Letter 10

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"To make this right."

Dear, Sophia,

I just remembered something. Remember those late night drives we used to have? Those nights that would last until 2am in the morning? Even on school nights? God, you would look like shit the next day.

I used to drive up to your house in my red pickup truck with the headlights off so your parents wouldn't see me and I would call your cell phone. You would climb out the window and run down the lawn with that incredible speed you had since you ran track and jump into my car.

We go everywhere. To the movies and sit in there, watching late reruns and kiss in the back. To the beach and skinny dip in the water or just walk along the sand and sit in it, watching the moon. We would even go onto the boardwalk and walk around, talking about everything and nothing.

I miss those times. I miss the way you would look so pretty with the wind blowing through your hair as you stuck it out the window, singing along the words of Green Day and laughing hard. You were so free.

But I don't think you were.

Were you just pretending to be free, Sophia?

Are you free up there?

Love, Ashton

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