Dear Michael,
I'm getting worse.
Your name has been written in red ink four more times in the past week. Each one a little deeper than the other.
Ashton saw them, and he cried. Why do I always make people cry? I'm a horrible person.
I love Ashton so, so much. I want to be with him forever. I want to have a life with him. A family. But guess what, I wish it was you.
I want to be with Ashton forever, but I want to be with you longer than forever. And there is only one way to do that.
I need to die Michael.
Then I can be with you longer than forever.
That's what I want.
I want you.
Love,
Elora
