Dearest Luke,
I saw your mom today. She dropped off a bunch of your stuff she thought I'd like to have. But how do you tell someone that the mere thought of their dead son makes them sick to their stomach? So I took the box and smiled as she walked away crying. She's not looking too well. I haven't seen her since the funeral. It was really weird having your funeral broadcasted on national news. A local church boycotted it.
I didn't cry, Luke.
Yours Truly,
Cat
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Dearest Luke, ↠ hemmings au
FanfictionDearest Cat, I'm doing this for you. I promised you I'd never let anyone hurt you. Yours Truly, Luke DISCLAIMER: Trigger Warning; mentions of suicide and murder
