Dear John,
I sat under that bridge and stared at the river for a very long time. That's where I'm writing this letter from. Your blood still stains the rocks, and I don't know how I feel about that. I want to know, is this what you want? For your blood to wash down the river and nourish the fish? Or do you really want to die? And if so, why? Do you want to escape mom and dad? Do you not want to go back to school in two weeks? Are you trying to escape me?? Or maybe, you're just brave enough to try and find out what happens after death, or curious enough to do something this stupid. I don't understand. But I still love you. Even though you're hurting me more than you're hurting yourself. Please stay strong, John. For me. For your little sister. I do everything for you, so you can do this one thing for me; learn to love yourself as much as I love you. You deserve it.
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Letters To The River
Ficção AdolescenteA love story, composed of letters from a young girl writing to her older brother, who must learn to let things go... but to hold on to what really matters.
