Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live ~ Norman Cousins

Dear Dylan,

At some point, I became too dependent on you. Whether this is because we grew up together, or that I have loved you ever since I knew what love is, I wouldn't know; all that I do know is that it's unhealthy.

I had become dependent on the fact that, no matter what, I'd always have you around for you to have my back, to hold my hand through thick and thin, to love me in a way that only you can do.

So, when you turned your back on everything we had, I felt something in me shatter, a part of me leaving with you.

But that day in English class, you had looked me the way you always did. You were as affected by this as I am. Why break things off then?

Something or perhaps someone made you do it. Again, why? So many questions are rushing through my head at this moment, and yet there's no way to get any answer.

Just remember, the truth can never stay hidden for too long,

Sincerely yours,

Cheryl

Short chapter! Just building some more suspense :)