The coldness stopped Pete from wanting to get up and get the mail. He did anyways. The letters always came.
They were compelling. No one knew who they were from. Pete asked all of his friends. No one knew what S.Y.K. stood for. That's who it was signed as, at least. Maybe that wasn't their name.
He sighed as he walked to the door, holding his stomach, as if it would block him from the cold weather outside. He slid his hand into the mailbox, but pulled nothing out. Frowning, he slid his hand in and found an object was a lot thinner than an envelope.
It was a sticky note.
'Goodbye Pete'
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To people who leave: {petekey} (editing)
Fanfiction"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about th...
