Dear Midnight,
This is stupid. What's the chances of you getting this letter? Positively zero, I think.
I miss you a lot. Sometimes I stare out the window at night, and pretend you're there with me. It's easier that way. Why is your name Midnight? Why couldn't it have been something else? I can't hear the word "midnight" without feeling like my heart is about to be ripped out.
Remember when you told me that if I wished between the hours of midnight and one my wish would come true? Remember all our sleep overs? You were so nice then, when I didn't have any friends. You'd come knocking, and we would stay up until midnight, and then wished that we would both be the very best of friends. Remember that Midnight?
Well. I don't sleep at night anymore, I don't sleep until it's the wee hours of the morning. Whenever it's Midnight I feel like the ghost of you is standing right next to me.
I still wish the best friend wish. I wish it for the both of us now, even though you're gone and you're never coming back.
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Letters To Midnight
Short Story"Dear Midnight, I miss you. " Exploring grief, mental illness and what suicide does to families. TW: Anorexia, self harm, suicide
