bridge ☹ calum hood ☹ book two

drea.

i’d been going to the bridge ever since my boyfriend jumped off of it, right before summer had started.

 

every day i’d wake up at dusk and just walk there.

 

i passed his house on the way, and sometimes his dad would be sitting out there.

 

i’d often mistaken him for ashton.

 

once i got to the bridge, i’d walk to the middle, right over the water,

 

and i’d sit.

 

i usually brought the book that the police had recovered from the scene of his suicide,

 

looking for alaska.

 

i’d read and re-read it probably over a million times,

 

hoping to find some piece of him in it.

 

and no matter how hard i looked,

 

i didn’t think i ever would.

 

yours,

 

drea.

 

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this chapter is dedicated to honeymoons aka drea aka my other ⅓ okay she is super duper great go check out her stories because she is an amazing writer and bc this story is about her weeee

 

i hope you are liking it so far im trying really hard not to disappoint

 

hey btw there probably wont be an update schedule for this story because im really excited and who knows maybe ill just post everything in one day (most likely not) but we’ll see

 

okay i love you guys i hit 2k votes this weekend and i can’t believe it thank you so much

i must go now this has been a very boring authors note goodbye