Letter 16 - his last letter

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Dearest Lucky,

You are still dead.

I hate that you are gone.

I helped your mother clean out your stuff.

She misses you, a lot.

She gave me the box of letters.

I didn't know you wrote letters to me.

Something we had in common.

But you'll never be able to read my letters.

I wish you could.

In one of your letters, you said that the idea of loving each other was absurd and was never going to happen.

I disagree, I love you so.

I wish I could turn back the time.

Lucky, I will never forget you.

I don't think I can let you go.

But I also don't think you want me too.

You said you did, but I feel like you know that you were lying to yourself.

I want to cherish your memory, not throw it away.

This is my last letter to you.

I will never ever let myself go.

And I will never let you go.

Love always,

Niall





















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