July 5, 2017, ten days since Mitch died
My love,
They're trying to get me to go out again.
Why can't they understand that I'm not okay? Why can't they understand that I don't want anyone else? Why can't they understand that you're dead and gone and it's all my fault? Why can't they understand that I need you?
I want to die.
I'm sorry.
Yours,
Scott xx
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