Dear Adam,
That boy waved at me today. He reminds me of you so much. I think he tried to talk to me, but i ran away. I guess I'm antisocial, that's what you always said. But when you said it, the word didn't hurt ad much as when the kids at school started calling me it.
I don't want to put up with them anymore. Their words, they get inside of my skin and pentetrate my heart. I wished I could go back to when it was just me and you.
But you can't go back in time, you just cant.
Missing you,
Bailey :(
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Dear Adam, (#2 in series)
Dla nastolatkówIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
