Dear Adam,
Your cologne is gone, I used every last drop of it. So I went to the store to buy some more. The lady asked who I was buying it for, I told her you. She started to ask questions, until she finally realized who you were. Then things got awkward.
I didn't want to seem crazy, buying things for dead people (it feels weird to call you dead) so I told her the truth. That I use your old cologne everyday. She gave me a sad smile and I got it for free.
I hate being pitied, but at times it can be nice...I guess.
Missing you,
Bailey xoxo
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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
