Dear Emma,
Five years ago from today, you disappeared.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. You’re gone, and there’s nothing I can do. I guess I just wanted to say I didn’t forget you. None of us did.
After you died, things were different. It was like the sun had finally gone down on the warmest, most beautiful day, transforming it into a cold winter’s night.
Look at what you’ve done to me. I’m speaking in metaphors.
Remember how much you loved metaphors, Emma? You always used to say “Why say things normally, when you can make it sound pretty?” I guess after all those years, I agree.
Emma, I just wanted to say that you’ve changed us, for the better, and losing you was the hardest thing that ever happened.
I must sound so soppy. All the guys would be laughing at me right now. I guess that’s what happens when from the age of four onwards, all my best friends were girls.
Ah, whatever. I think I’m going to keep doing this writing thing. It makes me feel better.
Love,
Your old friend, Natey
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Dear Emma
Teen FictionFive years ago, a girl was murdered. No one knows for sure, but Audrey and Nate, her best friends, are certain. After Audrey finds an old photo, she begins to write to this girl. Emma. Her best friend.
