Scott-
Science is boring, as you know. It's even more boring now that you're not next to me.
The teacher moved someone else next to me. I don't like them nearly as much. They never talk to me like you did. They're boring. Almost boring as the teacher, but not quite. I hate that teacher. Who knew someone could make elemental compounds more boring than they already are?
I miss you. I tried not to let my own loneliness affect things after you left, but that didn't work out. My grades dropped a bit. Not much, though. I can kiss my A-honor-roll goodbye, though.
I don't know what else to write. I love you.
Yours,
Mitch.
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Letters to Scott
Fiksi Penggemar"Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves, effigy and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim." -Vicki Harrison.
