Dear Best Friend,
Your brother came by and dropped some cookies for me. He told me that he knew everything and for a minute, I thought that he knew that I killed you because of my walls.
And I panicked and I fell in to your brother's arms and I am so sorry.
He took me to the hospital and they said I was just having post-trauma reactions but is your death a really a trauma? I don't think so. It's also my death.
Please come back, Shawna.
I've stopped living. But you won't care, right? And you shouldn't, should you?
I don't know.
I really don't.
Please come back, Shawna. I miss you.
Lots of Love,
Riley.
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Lots Of Love, Riley.
Short StoryIn which Riley writes letters to her best friend, knowing full well that the favour would never be returned.
