dear michael,
today you and ashton sat with me at lunch.
"we were wondering for quite some time now, are you alright?" you asked.
"I'm fine." was my reply.
"you don't seem fine. we want to help."
really? I'm so ready to leave this earth and you finally start speaking to me 29 days before I'm meant to do it.
go ahead. try fucking save me.
29
YOU ARE READING
goodbye || malum
FanfictionI send the letters at once before the 1st of may so you don't get a chance to save me.
