to whom this may concern // Dylan O'Brien

I left when I was seventeen. I lived in a small town, everybody knew everybody. That means they knew what I did. I couldn't bare walking with a dead heart through the streets while people that knew who I used to be take glimpses then turn away, hoping I wouldn't notice. I couldn't bare seeing my family every single time I woke up in the mid-afternoon. So, without much thought to it, I ran. I ran here. But it's not so bad, I mean, I met you.