Dear Luke,
It's been a week since you've died. I haven't left my bed since. My parents keep trying to get me out of bed but I refused. I haven't sleep or eaten since you've died. I have no appetite anymore. Especially since I know this is all my fault. I'm sorry about everything. I wish I could take it all back. Your funeral is in a few days but I don't want to go. I don't want to see you laying there... lifeless. I wish I could have at least said goodbye. I've been hurting myself again. You would have been disappointed in me. I don't care now. You're gone. I wish I was too.
Yours forever,
Michael
