Hazel,

Do you know I sleep in your duvet every night.

Now don't argue with me on this. You say 'comforter' and I say 'duvet'. Its fine. I was raised in Britain.

I slept last night in your duvet because I was feeling anxious. I met your friend Marcus today. He didn't know anything. He casually asked me if you were alright and why he hasn't seen you around in a month. He also told me to tell you I ran into him.

I had enough of his happiness about you that I had to tell you. Me and Christian shouldn't be the only ones suffering. I told him you are buried deep under the ground. He was astonished and he asked how long it has been. I told him about a month.

He became pale afterwards. And me? Anxiety increased until I had to take pills prescribed by my psychiatrist.

-Jayden