Dear Wren,
I didn't go to school today.
Did you even notice I was gone?
Probably not.
I told Mom that I didn't feel well.
And she let me stay home without a moment's hesitation.
It's not like I lied, per se...
I didn't feel well.
It wasn't a physical ailment, though.
Not talking to you just makes me feel...
Awful.
Like there's not much else I'm interested in anymore.
God.
This feeling is horrible.
Please, start talking to me again.
Wren?
September 24,
Koda
YOU ARE READING
Letters from a Comatose Patient
Teen Fiction❝Dear Wren, I miss your laugh.❞ In which Koda writes to Wren with no intention of ever giving his letters to her.
