Dear God,
Cody visited again today.
I was nervous.
What if he hated my kiss?
What if my breath was bad?
What if he didn't come back?
What if he realized that I was going to die and kissing me was pointless?
What if he thinks I'm ugly?
I didn't realize I'd been saying these out loud until Cody tapped my shoulder.
I jumped and he smiled at me.
Then he kissed me again.
When he pulled back, I was still staring foreward in shock.
Then he said, " You're not ugly. You're beautiful."
Love,
Peyton
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Letters from Peyton
Teen FictionPeyton has no family. Her parents died in a car crash, her grandparents died a while ago and she's an only child. She's been to at least fifteen funerals in her lifetime, for family but now she only has one more funeral to go to. Her own.
