Letting Go|✔

cough syrup

September 12th 2015

Dear Nora,

Do you remember back on eleventh grade when Ms Lockhart wanted us to work on a project about our favorite character from our favorite book and all you did was just look at me and laugh? You laughed because you knew. You always knew. You always believed in me and encouraged me to write.

Our project got an A+ and was put on the front page of the school's newspaper. You had that smug look on your face all day, when everybody knew that it was all me at the end. You were always my number one fan, my number one supporter. You never listened to anyone except me and Gavin, the so-called CFT (Coolest Freaks Trinity) we three made. I knew that you two guys even if I wrote something shitty, you would just clap and tell me it's a masterpiece, especially you.

I am sorry Nor. I am so so fucking sorry. I couldn't do anything for you back then. I thought I was trying. I thought I was doing my best and it just came to the point that it was still not enough. It was all my fault, Nora. I am so sorry.

I miss you like crazy,

Aurora

P.S. Alfie showed up at my door today. Mom told him I don't wanna see him... he is still here, standing outside on my backyard and it's fucking 3.00am.