3rd Person POV:
A woman walked down the dark rows in graveyard. She wore a black coat and had the hood pulled up.
Her eyes were swollen and red, as if she had been crying for a long time.
She sank down to her knees at one particular gravestone.
She shook silently as tears fell down her face.
"I'm so sorry" She whispered.
Now, her cry's grew louder and echoed through the grounds.
"I'm sorry that I fell for you so hard and it ended like this"
She looked at the gravestone and read the engravings, like she had done everyday for the past year.
Layla Parker
1999-2017
Loved dearly. Missed greatly.
The woman, Erin, pulled out a notebook and pen and started writing.
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Dear Layla,
I read your letters, I found them in your pockets of your coat that I'm wearing right now.
I can't begin to explain how angry at myself I am right now.
I am responsible for your death. God, I can't even get my head around 'death'.
You're gone
Gone.
I love you. I will never get over you. I will never replace yyou.
I love you.
Erin Vanderwaal x
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Dear Mrs Roberts
RomanceLayla has been abused for as long as she can remember. Her only hope in life is her teacher Mrs Roberts. She writes letters everyday to her but hides them all away. Erin Roberts is a teacher and her marriage is tearing apart. A forbidden relations...
