(Slight Trigger Warning)

Hannah Baker. I've been wanting to kiss her for the longest time. I mean who hasn't? Her hair is like waved silk, her eyes are like round almonds and she doesn't need makeup to look like the goddess that she is. Oh and that smile....that smile. Who needs the hot list? You already know Hannah is beautiful. Everyone took advantage.

The rumours that go around about Hannah you can't debunk or confirm, you can only assume. Half of the students at this school talk because they don't want their own dirty little secrets to become the 'headline'.
This weeks headline; "Hannah Baker Is A Slut." We all know Hannah wants that fairytale love, first kiss at the park after nightfall and you stay together. Until the very end.

Justin Foely took that away from her. It didn't happen, I saw her face after that picture got out. I wouldn't treat her like that, ever.

I want to give her that fairytale, I want to tell her what I observed of her and why I loved her because of it. It would be a dream to be lost in her gaze, looking into those almonds with my hands tangled in the silk- smiling identically like that smile.

But I can't. Hannah Baker is dead. And I'll be there soon, I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

                                               I love you Hannah.

(Sorry for starting off with a sad one, I wrote this in my English class and it's what 'triggered' this book idea ❤️ I do take requests🙃)