Dear Luke,
My mum told me to snap out of my little depression and to stop being a baby. She's starting to lose her temper with me now, I don't know what I did wrong. I thought it was okay for me to be sad?
I ran out of my house and ran straight to the area behind the park we used to hang out at. Our spot was still there, untarnished and present. The carving in the tree was still there too, our initials displayed for everyone to see.
I didn't come home for three days. Are you as lonely and sad as I am, Luke? I feel like I'm drowning without you here, you always were the one who kept my head above the water.
But you're not here.
Love,
Florence.