Dear Jack,
Remember when I used to call you because I had a bad dream? I remember you would climb through my window, and when I told you to leave, you would say no. You would lay down next to me and you would rub my back until I fell asleep. I would always expect you to leave by morning, but you never did. I wish we could still have that. I miss you so much. I see you with your friends, smiling, happy. Can they tell that your not? I can. Please tell me what's wrong. I want to help.
Love,
Skylynn
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Letters He'll Never Read
Teen FictionShe writes letters to her best friend. But he won't see them. Not even if he begged. Maybe.
