Dear Adam,
I was really stupid ya know? I loved you so much and I still do.
I'm just waiting for the camera men to pop out of the shadows, and you to hug me from behind, telling me this is a joke. That will never happen. I saw you get buried six feet under. I saw you in your black tux and tie, hands clasped together on your chest, hair gelled back, eyes closed. I secretly slipped my locket, with pictures of both of us inside. Everytime it's closed we "kiss".
You took my heart with you when you left.
People apologize to me in the halls, saying no one expected it. Some still blame me, and I even blame myself.
It's calling my name, that small piece of metal. I really need to use it. That's how the pain goes away.
I love you,
Bailey xoxo
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Dear Adam, (#2 in series)
Novela JuvenilIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
