Dear Scarlett
3 days to go.
It feels like hell honestly.
I hate this house and this room, that we shared. I hate how big it is and how nothing has changed.
Do you even remember it?
It's so boring in here. I want to talk to you again.
Why did you leave, Scarlett? Are you ever going to come back? I try to talk to you, but why do you never reply? Do you hate me, maybe?
Answer me. Why did you leave?
You don't care about me, do you?
I miss you, Scarlett. So bloody much.
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Dear Scarlett
Teen FictionDear Scarlett Today was a special day. It was different to all the other days I've told you about because today, for the first day in years, I finally felt alive and at peace. And it's all because of a boy. The kind of boy that all girls would ri...
