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
The end
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Historia CortaLetters from a girl who was emotionally dead. Letters from a boy who wanted to keep her soul alive. - Niall Horan fanfic