Hazel,

Help me. My mum says she needs to clean your apartment because the landlord is asking for it.

Oh my god, I won't be able to control myself. Seeing the way you left it for picking me up from the airport makes my heart heavy. My mum wants me specially to clean your apartment. I don't want to do it but I really want to, want to do it. I hope I'm making sense. The land lord wants to sell your apartment to someone else. I don't want him to do it. My Hazel lived there.

The tears don't stop while I'm writing to you. Who guarantees that these tears will stop when I enter your apartment? When I clean your things? When I strip your bed off the sheets which hold your fragrance? When I take your cloths off your cupboard and they too, hold your fragrance?

I don't think I'll be able to do it. But I don't want anyone else to do it.

-Your Jayden.