Dear Will,
Two years have passed. Three, if you count the time we've been apart. It was only supposed to be five feet, remember? Five feet apart. We thought we had stolen that measly extra foot of space—only to lose hundreds of thousands of hours of time in its stead.
And it's been three years, Will. And I miss you.
And even though you're gone, you're not gone. You know?
I wish you weren't gone.
I miss you.
Will, come back.
With love,
Stella
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Too Far Apart • FIVE FEET APART
FanfictionWith love, Stella. PS. It's not living if you're not loving. It not loving if that person's not living... I don't know how else to put it, Will. All I know is we are a Shakespearean tragedy. We've been doomed. ••• It's a struggle for Stella to fall...
