Dear Wynn,

I never got along with Claudya the way you did. She thought I tried too hard to fit in, and I, in turn, thought she tried too hard to stand out.

I don't even know why we started hanging out with her in the first place. She had her friends, we had each other. Why mess up something like that?

But we became friends. We confided secrets in each other that we wouldn't dare tell anyone else. Like your secret about how you pined over disney princesses.

You never realized something was off between Claudya and I. Never noticed the subtle glares we shot at each other.

I didn't start to hate her until a few months before your untimely death.

She was always around. And she was always trying to make you like her better than me. I knew you'd never prefer her over me, but it worried me nonetheless.

And then you died.

And she did too.

Everyone ruled Claudya's death a suicide, saying she killed you and then turned the gun on herself. No one bothered to question the story. Claudya had always been somewhat...eccentric.

I believed none of it. I may have hated Claudya, but she was never the type to murder someone. Especially you. She always liked you.

I mourned your death as the community moved on.

I never stopped to mourn the death of Claudya though.

Forever and always,

Maia