Dear Paris,
They won't let me see you. I'm in the hospital and they won't let me see you. They haven't told me anything and your parents are here ignoring me. I don't know what to do Paris! I've been crying for awhile. The doctors said they can't tell me anything because I'm not immediate family, but I don't think your parents actually care as much as I do. I need to be in there with you. This isn't fair. Can you just walk out of that room and come leave with me? I'd do anything for you to runaway with me. We could go to Oregon or maybe we can go to New York. I've always wanted to go there. I can meet all of your friends and you can introduce me to your family. I think that'd be nice. So just please walk out of that room, I'll hide your butt as we go.
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Dear Paris
Fanfiction"Maybe if we broke the mirrors, we wouldn't break ourselves" Letters to a girl from the boy living across the street.
