Dear Kayla,
So, I don't have asthma. I'm all well and being. While I was there, I saw you. You were sitting in a room with your mom and your sister. You were all crying and holding eachothers hands. I red the sign on the door and read that the room was for cancer patients. Is your mom okay? You did say that your mom was having terrible, terrible stomach pain a few weeks ago. Didn't she have cancer four years ago? I remember you telling me. You were so sad and depressed. I stayed with you every night at the hospital looking after your mom. We skipped one and half weeks of school for your mom. I got in trouble with my mom but it was worth it. I think I remember you saying your mom had a tumor in her stomach. Did her cancer come back? If it did, I hope it gets better. How are you feeling? Are you okay? I mean not with the reason you were at the hospital, I mean with us. I'm still heart broken. You seen the same but I wouldn't know.

Dear Kayla,
Today was great. Wanna know why? We worked together in science. You didn't have a partner and mine ditched. You sat alone at the back of the classroom and I was in the front. Then the teacher paired us up. I asked if you were okay with it. You simply nodded. Since it's the end of the year, we did something easy. Baking soda and Vinegar. It was going great until you poured the whole damn cup of vinegar. It over flowed and went all over the table then the floor. You said it was an accident. I laughed because I know your lying face. You're too funny, Kayla. Too funny.
One thing I wanted to ask is, are we still friends? I wanna be. What about you?

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I am so fucking sorry.
it isn't done.