Friday, 4.03 a.m.
Matty.
house: 163-679-469
movil phone: 519-581-620
call - delete contact
call.
Tess: *crying* Matty, it's me. I found the letter.
Tess: *breath deeply* I'll read it.
Tess: 'Hi, Tessy. When you find this, I'll be dead.
I jumped. This is not your fault, like you should be thinking.
Tess, I was broken.
We all are broken. You're more broken than me, but you're stonger than me.
Don't jump, like I did, my Tessy. You're better than that.
But I'm...I'm just no enough. I never will be.
And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leave you alone, when you need me.
You'll never forget me, I know it beacause I know you better than yourselve.
Sorry, Tessy.
I'm nothing. I'm depressed. I'm feeling suicidle. I'll never be enough. And I'm sorry.
You're the best and I'll always love you.
I died loving you, Tessy.
You're the only girl I love in my life. That's beautiful, don't you think?
Be strong, be brave. For me, for you.
Love you more than myself, than my life, than everything in this world,
-Matty, your Matty.'
Tess: I love you. More than my life, more than myself, Matty.
YOU ARE READING
Messages from Tess.
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