Dear Ashton,

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Dear Ashton,

It's been a few days since I've written and I'm sorry for not getting round to it sooner.

Schools been busy. It's our finals time and I've been trying my hardest to find candidates to test on.

Michael volunteered for my final on hair care. Of course.

Luke's mom, Liz, she let me use her for the final on nails. She's so nice, Ash. But I bet you knew that.

I haven't been able to find anyone for my final on cosmetics though. I was thinking of calling up my baby sister, to see if she'd be kind enough to help me out. But I'm not sure.

Last time I spoke to her or my family in general was when you left. My mums been around but she's gotten fed up with my depressive actions she leaves every chance she gets.

It's quite a busy time for me, and I've been hoping the busyness of it all with help me accept you being gone.

I've tried keeping my mind off you but Ash, babe, you're literally everywhere I look.

My closet is filled with the clothes you left behind, they all smell like you.

All my damn shoe boxes have, "ASHTON APPROVES!" Written in sharpie from when you were attempting to annoy me by writing on my stuff.

My hair, it's still that black cherry color you told me you loved so much. I haven't changed the color because I feel like I'll loose a part of myself that's attached to you.

My own friends were once yours. And baby, they miss you dearly. Especially Luke. He feels lost without the llama to his penguin. As he so kindly put it the other night.

I wish you'd come home.

We miss you.

I miss you.

I love you baby.

Love, Riley xxx