Dear Erin, 15.12.19
I know I promised I would see you soon three years ago, believe me I tried. Ashton found me unconscious in the bathroom that night. I'm sorry I broke that promise I really am. I would of written to you sooner but I got admitted into Saint Peters Mental Institution to recover. I got released two and a half years ago, and ever since have been in a better place. I guess I just needed help to get out of that mourning period I was stuck in over you of two years. I know you didn't want me in that state of mind, I know you want me to be happy. I am happy, to the fact I have a family. My beautiful wife, Christina and our gorgeous three month old daughter Layla. I love Christina with all my heart, I truly do, nearly as much as I loved you. Christina is a nurse in the Mental Hospital, that was how we met.
Layla Erin Clifford, please don't question the middle name. She surprisingly has your blue eyes, which is a shock because Christina and I both have green. I swear to god I will keep Layla safe, I will keep her from the sort of things your father did to you. I can never look at your father the same again. Is it weird that I still keep your diary? I read it when I feel a bit lonely. When I read it, I sometimes can feel you next to me. Is that weird also?
I truly believe you would love Christina if you met her. She goes for Essendon too. She is truly amazing, just like you were.
I'm sorry Erin, but this is going to have to be goodbye. I have a family now, one that needs me as much as I need them. Five years since I saw your pretty face last. I've got to let you go now.
Like you always used to say; 'It's time to take a risk, sweetheart.'
Love you forever and ever,
Michael Clifford
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FanfictionIt's time to take a risk, sweetheart. - She was a time bomb, bound to explode. And he was a nobody, hidden in the crowd.
