Dear Simone,
I'm sorry you had to find out like this. If your reading this letter then I must be dead. I don't know why I killed myself, actually I do. I was soo tired of living my life. You don't know what I had to go through. It was too much for me to handle. Don't think that this was just something that popped in my head to do. It's been hapening for a long time. I've been in pain for a while now Simone and now I'm not anymore. I could explain but what's the use? It's over now. Tell everyone I love them and please tell your brother that it wasn't his fault. I am soo sorry to have put you through this Simone. Just promise me one thing. Promise me that you'll never think for a second that it was about you because it wasn't. Youre the best friend I've ever had and don't ever doubt that. This was about me and my problems. I love you and I'm sorry.
Love,
Dejane'
After reading the letter Simone sat on her bed and cried. She cried for all the pain dejane' went through. She also cried because the one promise that dejane' had asked of her was the one promise she could not keep. Simone could not stop thinking what if. What if she was there to talk to dejane'. She wasn't a best friend because if she was then she would have realized that her best friend needed her more than her life. But most of all, she cried for Dejane'
Reason for writing:
I'm writing a book and this is the part I left off on.
Birth sign: Leo
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