Letter No. 14

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Grayson,

He came over. He wanted to comfort me. I made him leave almost instantly. I couldn't look at him. He made the memories of that day come flooding back; the day you disappeared. I'll never forget it. The way your face fell, that way your beautiful eyes sparkled with upcoming tears when you heard me say those words. I remember you rushing out the door, slamming it behind you, while I ran after you and tried to get you to listen to me. But it was too late.
You were gone.

-Mads

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