I watched as the undertaker lowered that long, glossy wooden box into the dark, gaping hole in the damp dirt.
My eyes let fat, wet tears stream down my unusually rosy red cheeks. I never cry, but I just can't hold these tears back.
The preacher droned on and on about some spiritual bullshit that my best friend & I don't believe in. The shiny brown box slowly sinks deeper into the darkness.
I wipe my face with the sleeve of my black Thrasher hoodie and sniffle. Another tear trickles down my face. My heart is broken; I can feel it crumbling into dust in my chest.
The deep, gaping hole just seemed to swallow to wood, allowing it to sink deeper and deeper. I can't believe this is actually happening. It felt like a dream thirty minutes earlier, but now, seeing the blackness engulf the whole box, I know it's real.
I will forever remember this day...
The day I buried my best friend.
The day the package arrived and the letters began.
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The Letter Jay
Teen Fiction***TRIGGER WARNING*** Mason & Jessalyn have been best friends since diapers. It tore Mason's heart out when he had to watch them bury Jessalyn on a cold October day. But, that same day, a package arrived on Mason's doorstep & letter starting...
