Dear Amanda.
I remember the first time you admitted we were friends.
When I decided that I needed to know you, you shut me down. I think you told me to get lost at least a hundred times. I kept trying though. And I'm glad i did.
The first time you said we were friends was when the kids who used to tease you, teased me.
You walked up to them and told them that it was fine with you that they teased you, but they should stay away from your friends.
It warned my heart. What you did next made my heart skip a beat. You walked over to me, wrapped an arm around my shoulder and said: Let's go paint our feelings.
I don't know why I smile so big when I think of this. Maybe because you were my first true friend. Or maybe because you were so real, even at such a young age.
Take care, my darling.
Love Colin.
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The Boy Who Died
Short StoryWhen Collin died, he left behind a broken girl and an old leather journal (completed)
