chapter nine

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dear romeo.

I've lost count how many weeks it had been. I think I think you're dead. i don't want to think that, it leaves a sick feeling in my stomach. but i can't help it.

i'm not sleeping. i spend most nights in Bunker 9, in that lumpy and creaky bed in the corner, because I feel close to you. i would give anything to just feel one of your hugs again leo. i miss everything about you. this is getting repetitive, I'm repeating the same thing every entry. but it's true. if i thought I missed you before, it's nothing compared to the crushing weight that seems to have permanently settled on my chest.

Chiron has sort of forced me to participate in camp activities now, and everyone keeps staring at me wherever I go, pity poring out of every cell in their body. i hate it.

i can't concentrate on anything but you. it hurts so much leo. i really believed you were indestructible. i guess I was wrong.

if this is love, I do not want it. why does it hurt so much?

love, your juliet

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