Dear Agony,

This is strange. I havent written to you in so long that the curls of the pen feel foreign in my hand, yet it happens naturally.

I know this is stupid. You're dead and I'm still here, waiting for you to send a letter back full of your sass and sarcasm that could never be erased from my memory. But... it still feels like you're here.

It's been a year today. A year since the day you met up with death and went to a place our letters can't reach. I'm being selfish but I wish you were here. Things just aren't the same.

You were the first friend I've had in a long, lonely time and I'm not going to give up on you so easily. I know you're still hanging around - I can feel you. I can feel you lingering, looking over my shoulder, constantly and watching from the sidelines.

And I know you're reading this now over my shoulder.

So, I want to take this chance to apologise. I was petty and selfish and immature, and that cost the last precious moments we could've had together. I need you to know that... that without you, I don't think I would've survived much longer. I want to thank you for that.

Trust me - you are anything but a monster... were.

From,

George.

He sighed as he put down the pen, rubbing his face in his hands. His heart felt heavy, and he could barely see past the thick film coating his eyes.

"Don't cry," he muttered to himself, a mantra he heard far too often. "Don't cry. You know you won't be able to stop."

A lone tear trecked down his cheek. He was suffocating - he couldn't swallow without encountering the agonising lump in his throat that begged him to sob and cry and scream.

And nothing could save him.

The one thing he wanted - his FRIEND - had been mercilessly ripped from him.

George felt like a planet wrenched from it's orbit.

It was this overwhelming and all consuming grief that made him think that the light caress on his back - as though someone was rubbing it to console him - wasn't real.

He only wanted comfort, so he believed that he conjured up the warm feeling from a friend he still didn't know.

One that he wouldn't get to know.

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Hey guys, long time no see!

To celebrate my three year wattpad anniversairy, I thought I'd post a little extra chapter of BOTH of my books (but for now I can only manage to write this one since I have so little time). I hope this is enough to satisfy you all until the sequel comes out, which will most likely be the end of this year! I enjoyed writing this so much, I didn't realise how much I missed my smol beans :(

Anyway, I've also decided to have a little competition thing. If you have an idea of what could be in the sequel, PM me and then I'll decide which one works best for the really loose plot I have for it at the moment. The winner/s would recieve a dedication and they can choose if they want me to: review a book they have, follow them, vote on one of their stories or even have a character in the sequel based off of them if they wanted!

You have until I finish school (23rd of June 2017) to get back to me with your entry!

(I have a feeling no one will do this and I'll look like a tit, whoops)

Good luck!