Chapter 2.

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by okitsash

by okitsash

Dear Luke,

I found one of your old shirts hanging in my closet. It smells like you. I haven't taken it off since I found it. That was 3 days ago. I just can't bring myself to take it off. It would be like ripping a piece of you from me. My mom says I'm depressed. Is it so wrong to be sad? Sadness is the first step to recovery right? The other day I heard mom and dad talking about you. They said you were a ticking time bomb. How dare they speak of you like that. it's not your fault you had cancer. it's not your fault God chose now to have you with him. I may or may not have yelled at them for saying that. If you were here you would scold me for that. you would say, "You can be better than that." At this point I don't want to be better than that. Because I hear everyone sleeping about me at home and in the halls of the school. They all think I'm some kind of depressed freak. Well guess what? Maybe I am, but I don't care. Because you are worth being depressed about. I love you. <3

Love, Kayla