To: Lilianna Jones

Date: Sat, Dec 1, 2020

Dear Lily,

You haven't had any sleep. You aren't zeroing on your studies, unlike earlier when they meant aesthetics to your life. You find it harder to swallow facts these days, and just want to curl up and cry like a scared sixteen-year-old. Your mind is racing for a certain peace. 

When thine heart bleeds gold

And thine kingdom is wailing

Thou will die a tender death

Thou hush will endure distantly

So will thou neighbors

Thy crown ain't thine, it's mine

This is destroying you, Lily. You are uncertain where you read or heard it. But it doesn't matter; you are dying. A slow, painful death, Lily. Your heart cannot hold your virtue, you cannot stand the heat. 

But trust me, Lily, you can control your emotions. You know you hold the key to your emotions; the immortal splendor is all yours. Be brave, I know you, Lily, I truly do. Even if it's your imaginary friends who love you, isn't that enough to keep moving? 

If you die, they die as well. 

Yours Lovingly

Lilianna Jones.