dear calum,
its been four months since you left and theyres two weeks until the concert.
i have sixteen scars on my wrists, seven on my left and nine on my right.
i miss you cal.
our time zones arent very different anymore, two hours i think, and you still dont text me. i think youve forgotten about me.
im sorry.
im going to text you now.
peyton - hey calpal
calum - YO PETON
peyton - what
calum - ITS MICHAEL I TOOK CALUMS PHONE
peyton - oh hey mikey
calum - GUESS WHAT COLOUR MY HAIR IS
peyton - i dont know
calum - LILAC, THATS YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR RIGHT
peyton - yes mikeyy
after that you and mikey stopped texting.
i really wish you texted more.
i miss you.
calum. i need you now more than ever.
my mom has been drinking more and nobody talks to me, i eat lunch alone. everyone laughs at me. i cant take it, i think im gonna kill myself. im planning and i think the night of the concert woukd be best.
im sorry babe.
forever and always
-peyton
