June 3
dear Em,
i got a whole lot of rest last night, but this morning my dad called.
me:
dad: listen. honey.
me:
dad: we- we need to talk. about the other day, and what's been going on.
me: and? i said some things. maybe i didn't really mean them.
dad: well i just feel like your becoming distant.
me: i am dad.
dad: i wish you weren't.
me: well. i am and you're gone,
dad: i can't do anything about that, you know me and your mother-
me: dad! can you just shutup. goodness. i know. i really do, you tell me, a lot. i get it. now just leave me alone. for at least a month! i'm a big girl, i can take care of myself.
and I slammed the phone shut. why does he even try to call. it's pointless, nothing to talk about, think about, or care about. they are gone. as in g-o-n-e
just like
you.
YOU ARE READING
dear Em
Teen FictionEm is gone. But is being written to. But by who, who is this persons name? Will they be reunited? These are the things we lost.
