As MelodySummers7 suggested, anyone who is feeling depressed should try to write a letter if they don't want to talk about it... Mandy, I'm going to follow your advice.
My dear friend Emma,
It's been quite a few days since I heard what happened. I'm still grieving over losing you, but I've accepted that you're gone. I'll miss you, though.
Today in language arts, we talked about what our wishes would be if we had found a genie (for a story prompt). I would've chosen my first wish as a chance to just talk to you one last time. I wouldn't have brought you back if you didn't want to, though. I would've just talked to you, and asked. If you said yes... I'd have used my second wish to bring you back.
However, since I don't have a genie, there's no luck with that. So instead, all I can hope is that I can keep thinking of you. I hope I can keep thinking of you and holding you in my memory, no matter how sad it makes me to think about where anyone goes after death. I'll continue to think of you.
My friends are all trying to help me, but... I just feel so bad because I'm making them feel useless because none of them knew you as well as I did. My online friends have some semblance, Cryst and Blitz especially because they both knew you, but the others... well, I don't even know what's going through their heads. My irl friends are facing different problems, and I know they want to help me, but I want to help them too. It's just an endless loop that leads me back to my genuine laughter among no happiness. Most of my smiles are fake. I'm emotionally unstable. No one can predict how I'll react to anything.
But one thing is for certain, Emma. I won't give up. I won't give up on anything.
I promise.
Sincerely, Spoopy/Cresi/Cress/Lexi
