Letter #21: The Girl Who Loved Her

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Zara Larsson plays Colette

"Nobody ever knows, Nobody ever sees, I left my soul, Back there now I'm too weak ,Most nights I pray for you to come home, Praying to the Lord, Praying for my soul"  Joel Adams~ Please Don't Go

Colette, 

If Jasmine was the quiet one, the one all friendly and loveable to the world, then you'd be the tough chick.

You never showed that you loved us by hugging and babying over, but you were quick to defend us when we were insulted, and loved us quietly.

Colette, why did you chose me and Jasmine to be your friends when I know you could have more popular friends?

I'm thinking now that maybe I do overanalyze these things. They don't really matter anyway. No, the purpose of this letter is not to ask you stupid questions.

Colette, remember our Gathering? If you go there, you'll see your early birthday gift. I'm sorry my suicide date will fall about two weeks from your birthday, but I couldn't take it any longer.

You and Jasmine were my best friends, and yet you didn't know about there people. Don't worry. It was all my fault.

Perhaps now, you're crying. Crying for something that you know will not come true because of me.

Good.

Blame me.

I want you to blame me, anything to make you feel better.

When I started high school, I never intended to end my own life.

I would like to turn back time, and change myself.

There are just some things that I don't have to write in this letter that you will know.

Don't cry, Col, it's not your fault. It never was.

I'm crying now as I write this, because this is my last words to you, you my best friend, you.

I want to see you grow up, to leave this town with Jas, get married and have children. And then Jas will visit every now and then, and so would I.

I want it to come true. But I'm a coward, and cowards don't gain anything.

Don't make the same mistake I did.

It's not your fault.

Love,

Natalie Palmer  

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