Dear Clarissa

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  • Published: 25 Aug 2016
  • Updated: 18 Sep 2017
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I miss you. I wish you were still here. You know, most people would leave a note when they leave, but you didn't leave anything. You didn't leave a hint. I think that's what screwed me up the most. You didn't explain why you left.



Author's note

His p.o.v. from his girlfriend's death.
Read at your own risk. If it makes you uncomfortable, then please don't continue. Enjoy!


6. Dear Clarissa 0.6

Dear Clarissa,


My friends basically dragged me out of my room and they forced me to go to the mall. They had a couple of girls with them. I could tell one of them like me because she kept glancing at me and every time I would look at her she would quickly look away and blush really bad. She's cute but I can't like her because I love you. We went to the movies and watched one of those scary ones. I feel like my friends did that on purpose to get some of the girls clutching their arms and hiding behind them. I had to sit by the girl that likes me. While the previews were going on I asked her what her name was. She said it was Pickle. I asked if that was her real name. She said no it's just that since her little sister couldn't pronounce her real name she just called her Pickle so everyone calls her that. I said it's cool for a nickname. She seems like a nice girl. When the movie started, she tried really hard not to grab my arm, so I just put my arm around her and she seemed surprised at first, but as usual she hid behind my arm. Once the movie was over we just hung around the mall. I actually had a god time.

I don't want to have feelings for Pickle. I barely know her, but she's really pretty. I know you would want me to move on, nut I just can't. It feels wrong for some odd reason. I just can't seem to move on even though I need to. Maybe I'll ask her out on a date, see how it goes. I miss you, Clari. Love you, babygirl.




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