A little over a year ago, I had a dream that Austin Carlile got sick again. Except this time they couldn't temporarily fix the problem with his heart. This time he needed a whole new heart. A donor. And I was that donor. I have had this same dream for over a year. This is the letter I wrote Austin from my point of view, and an add-on which will be posted soon. 2 part short story. Lemme know what you think :)All Rights Reserved