Dearest Luke,
The box that your mom dropped off, It's was shoved in the corner of my bedroom because no matter how much I hate you, I couldn't bring myself to throw it away.
I sat by it today. I opened it. Picked up your favorite shirt. The blue Nirvana one. It smells like you, Luke, and you're my favorite scent.
Why'd you leave me, Luke?
Why'd you go all crazy?
You didn't know this because you died instantly, but after you shot yourself I ran over to you. I cried on your dead body.
I felt for a pulse, Luke.
But there was nothing.
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
