*sigh*

Where do I start?

From the moment we met. Well.

I have long admired her from afar, I was just a fellow reader back then. If you have read her stories, you'll know just how great of an author she is. The first time we talked was when she had a 'story' and invites us to comment on it so she can review our stories. I never found out though; if she ever did read my story..

...I guess I'll never find out..

I don't remember when and I don't remember how, we became friends and began talking. I think it was because I started doing challenges and tagged her in most of them.

I was stalking her one day and came across my name on her bio. It said I'm a cookie thief, but I said I steal milk too. Hahaha. I don't know where that and from, but that started our true friendship. Sort of? At least to me it is.

Anyways.

And so we talked and joked. Complimented each other and such. She even stalked me for goodness sake, but I didn't mind. It made my day, she made me laugh. She was such a positive young lady and she's just a year older than me and yet, she just so damn pretty compared to the people here. She's so pretty, cute and she's pretty confident.

I can't say I'm very close to her, but decent.

So today. I brought my phone to school and scroll my Wattpad notifications until I saw something which made me stop. Literally. I wasn't moving. I wasn't breathing. I was just staring blankly on the screen. Repeating the title over and over again.

"Dear Jamie, Rest In Peace."

I froze in disbelief. I just talked to her not long ago. I couldn't process those words in my mind. It was repeated over and over again and as it starts to dissolve into my mind, my tears start to warm up. I was in class and a teacher was teaching, so I had to hold it in. But it wasn't that bad yet. I told myself it's just a joke, but I know, somewhere in me, I knew she is gone.

After school, I sat alone in the corner of my library. I read everything I was tagged in and found out the harsh truth. A car accident. She died a young age and I didn't manage to wish her happy birthday. I was devastated. I didn't know what to think, what to feel. I just sat there like a fool, staring at nothing. I let it process in my brain, and I felt numb. I have been for the past few weeks.

I haven't fully recovered from my past wound when she passed, and now this. My second friend. Of the second month of the year.

People are dying.

Every minute, there at people dying.

And at the age of 16, people around me which I know are starting to die. At the age of 17, the people who are quite close to me are starting to leave this world.

Death is inevitable, we all know that; but when we face it, can we truly accept the fact? Until now, I'm still unwilling to believe both of their deaths. I just can't.

And now I'm scared. I'm afraid. I'm terrified.

Why?

I don't care if I die; in fact, I would love to.

I'm just awfully scared that more of you will leave. Especially those that I'm specially close to. I don't know what I'd do. I don't know how to continue on if one by one, each of you are taken away. No matter how close or distant I am to you, I still care and that's my weakness. I care too much and all of you hold a special place in my heart.

People, if you're reading this, please, stay healthy and safe. Don't leave me. <3

I'm already broken, if I mean something to you, I beg of you to not crush me.

So back to the main point.

Dear Jamie, the Jam to my cookies and milk, the supplier of my milk and cookies,

I know I don't have a chance to say this to you anymore but if by any chance you're here reading this, just know that I love you. <3 You will forever and always will be remembered. Every jam, every cookie and every class of milk, I'll see you and your pretty face. You said you look like a potato with short hair, but I guess I'll never have a chance to see it. Thank you so much for being my friend, I will treasure every short moment we had. <3

Love,
Your thief.