Dear God,
I made Cody promise me something today.
I made him promise that when I die,
He'll move on.
I only have two months left.
And I asked him to speak at my funeral.
He didn't like it, but he promised.
And he said he won't wear black to a funeral because he knows I don't like it.
Then he cried.
He made me cry.
We cried together,
And we stayed like that for a long time.
I wish we could've stayed there forever.
Or at least for longer than two months.
Love,
Peyton
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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.
