alicecamus
I let out a piercing cry in the middle of the hallway, falling to my knees as my chest began to tighten. I couldn't breathe, and my vision started to go black. What was Connor going to do with that letter? Would he show Zoe? Would he show everyone?
As I struggled to breathe, my arms wrapped around my torso, someone's shadow fell over me. "Um, are you dying?"
Unable to speak, I kept gasping, trying to find air somewhere. I felt someone kneel next to me. "Kid. Um, Evan. Are you dying or not? I don't really need to be responsible for someone else's death." Even though I felt like I was dying, I shook my head. The person sighed and sat down.
"Christ, here, take your weird sex letter." I snapped my head up and saw Connor sitting there. My face went red and I gasped, "It's n-n-not a sex letter! It's an assignm-ment!"
"What are you talking about?"
"My th-therapist gave me an assignment," I stuttered. "Dear Evan Hansen, today's going to be a good day and here's why. I d-d-didn't write it to make you ang-gry."
"Okay, fuck your arm. That's gotta be the saddest fucking thing I've ever heard."
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