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Friday, August 25th

Dear Jackson,

School starts on Monday. I can't believe that summer is almost over. Remember how we had said that this summer was going to be our summer? Our last summer before we graudated. It was going to be great.

But then you got sick. 

It had been a lot harder on me than it had been on you. 

You thought you would get better. You thought that you weren't going to see your grave yet. I remember the way that you grinned crookedly and said, "Death ain't gonna catch me yet, sweetheart. I'm invincible." You pounded your chest and pushed back your dark hair. 

You don't believe how much I wish that you had been right. 

School starts Monday. I already told you that, but I'm still comprehending it. It won't be the same without you. We were supposed to graduate together. 

Now...well, that's never going to happen, will it?

I didn't want to go back, but my mom said that it would be good for me. 

I already know that people are going to come up to me and hug me, ask me if I'm alright. I'll probably just nod and tell them I'm fine. 

But I'm not fine at all. 

I miss you. 

With Love, 

Annie

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