Letters To Bri

After Christian left my room, I sat up in my bed. I looked at the ceiling, as if it were the sky. I looked to my very right, and there on my dresser, sat the very last letter I would ever right. Yet, I didn't know that.
I went to bed, afterward. I had a dream. It was Brian and I, standing on the blacktop at the elementary. He walked over and hugged me. I started to cry into his chest. He seemed so real.
"It's going to be alright," he said to me as I cried. I squeezed him tight, hoping he would never leave. When most of my tears were gone, I looked up at his face. He looked great. He was the Brian I knew before. The same Brian who's last words were "see you tomorrow." And that day I knew, tomorrow could be a long time from now. Tomorrow could be my end. Tomorrow could be any day.

Based on some true events.

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