Dear Jason

Following the events in her life, she found herself heartbroken, confused, and lost. She didn't know who to turn to for support, who she could confess her thoughts to, or who she could trust at all. Here, she finds herself writing to the only boy who knew what had happened. He knew what she had been through, what she felt, and most importantly, he was the cause; so he'd understand. Or so she had hoped. Days to weeks, weeks to months, months to a year. It had been a year since she had heard from him. A year of built up, kept in emotion that is slowly driving her insane. His phone had been disconnected. His email didn't exist anymore. He was gone. His friends were gone. All she had was an old address of his that he had told her he went to when he needed to get away. And maybe that didn't even exist anymore.
This story will be a series of letters that follow certain events that will be explained partially through the letters. I plan to write that story after this one. So if you're reading this in August, 2016, please read this before the next one.
(For returning readers that know my update habits: Already 1/4 of the way written, so updates will be weekly or more if enough people take interest)