Dear Michael,
Because I love Ashton, I took my pills. I can't see you anymore. Not right now.
I'll see you when I die, my sweet Michael. It won't be long until then. I'm only 73 pounds. I could be gone any minute.
Ashton and I have spent more time together in three months than I thought possible. He has become my shadow, and I've become his.
I like my new shadow. He tells me he loves me. He does what you no longer can.
I still wish it was you.
Love,
Elora
