Year 15 -
My memories suddenly came back to me. I felt my eyes grow hot and teary. My vision blurred. The reason that Cry never responded to me was because fifteen years ago, he passed away and left me here, alone.
My letters have been piling at his front door and in his mailbox. I never knew that, and now, I can't stop crying. I felt angry with myself for even trying, like a fool. I hope that he's having a great time up in Heaven. I hope my letters will pile up and break though the comfortable clouds, so that one day, he'll get to read them all.
Well, that's the end of my story! I hope you liked it! (I'm sorry it's sad ;-;)
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15 Years (PewdieCry)
FanfictionPewdie met a man named Cry, and he writes him a letter every day for fifteen years. He gets a surprise on the fifteenth year - is it a good surprise, or is it upsetting?
