dear calum,
it's been four months and two weeks.
i kept expecting for all of this to be
one of your sick jokes, but i know
it's not. you won't burst through
my front door with a stupid grin
plastered on your face.
you're dead
and my probation is over.
my depression is getting worse
and I fear that anabelle's kind words
are not enough to lift my spirits.
fearfully yours,
grace
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suicide • hood
Fanfictionwe were quite a pair weren't we? you hated when i spoke of suicide, yet you're the one who ended up commiting. © unoptimistic
