Dear Quentin,
I'm tired. I'm tired of being tired. I'm in one of those inevitably depressing states where you're too tired to do anything. Too tired to sleep.
I need a flame lit within me and there hasn't been anything ANYWHERE to do that and I just want to scream. I want to just simply cry out into the night and for no one to hear. But when I want someone to hear it's like screaming without sound. It's like running without movement.
I need a flame. I need a flame that will set this paper girl on fire again without burning her. Only Heaven knows that I need you.
Sincerely,
Margo
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Letters to Quentin - A Paper Towns Fiction
FanfictionYears later an engaged Margo Dies in a car crash. Quentin, her fiancé, is left with all her music and one thing he never dared looking in, Margo's journal filled with letters to Quentin from years past and just recently.
