Letters to the dead.

Dear rain, They think they know what happened that night. But they don't. You didn't jump and fall you flew a fluttered to the ground. That's what I decided. Your angel wings gave out twenty feet from the ground and then you fell.
You know you not being here is like a beautiful song. You can feel it and sing it in your soul. It wraps its self around you and you feel comfortable in it. Then its over and you realize its not there with you its just a heaven you can't wait to experience again. Your funeral is in three days. I don't know if I want to go. I can't bear to see your body in a small box for the rest of eternity. I want you to lay next to me for that long. I loved you more than anything in this world but you left it behind. You left me, your mom, your brother, your friends, and my heart. There's a feeling I can't shake. A pain in my chest that won't stop until I finally fall asleep only to wake up two hours later and find I'm am all alone in my bed and the feeling comes back so I try to sleep more but it won't work. So now I'm writing you again. I hope you respond to this one. I know its a really silly idea but I guess it keeps me sane just for a little bit. I'll go to the funeral bit I won't like it. I won't look at you. I won't do anything but cry in the back. Love your lost boyfriend, Andrew Biersack

Notes

He folded the paper. Put it in the envelope and wrote her name on it then took his lighter and burned it.
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