Dear Wyllie, 

Hi, it's me. I'm the one who's words these people are reading. And no, it's not going to be poetry. Just a plain old letter, from me to you. 

Have you made friends yet, y'know, not online? Do you have any good friends, real life or not? Because I know it's hard right now. I know it's hard, and you want to see him again, but that might not happen. I hope it does, but you also can't let that hope crush you. It happens or it doesn't. 

You have done all you can. 

Can you last 48 hours without crying? Because I know that's hard too, at least for now. And no matter how much you try to deny it, it's good that you cry. It helps get rid of fat and whatnot, plus, repressing emotion is bad. But I know there's a difference between good and pleasant. I know it hurts. I know it really, really, hurts. But you just have to hold on for a little bit longer, okay?

That's what everyone always says, and hopefully it's true. For your sake. 

I know this place doesn't quite feel like home yet, and it probably won't for a while still. But it will be eventually. When you have friends, and a good school. It will feel good then, and you won't have to leave it. Not until college, but that's years away. 

Has an apocalypse finally come? Has the world ended in blazing ruins? I guess you couldn't answer if it had. 

... Does it feel like it?

And hey, to everyone out there, a little fact. When Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was 12 he tried to commit suicide. His grandmother had just died and he felt it was his fault. He jumped out of a second story window. Imagine how different the world would have been if he succeeded. 

You never know how much of an impact you're going to make. Hang on.

Cause, like everyone always says, it'll get better. 

Right?

Sincerely yours, 

Achlys-and-Fire