Dear Adam,
Again I came back to a messy locker, I don't mind anymore, but it still hurts. I don't want to feel as guilty as I do right now. I just wish I would've saved you, instead of being the one who helped you tie the noose around your kneck (I suck at metaphors unlike you ).
I miss us. I really miss the way you would steal kisses from me in the halls.
What am I suppose to do without you? How can I move on? You will always have a big chunk of my heart.
I don't wash your hoodies, otherwise the smell of you goes away. Even the cologne doesn't do its justice.
I think I'm going crazy, I mean I'm writing to a dead person. Who probably hates me.
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
