Sara | Becca
7/6/16
I know you aren’t there, but I’m going to pretend you’re going to read these someday.
I miss you. We all miss you.
7/28/16
Where did you go? Did you mean to leave? Why didn’t you take me?
Are you alive? Are you hurt?
I love you.
8/9/16
I’ve been having these dreams.
You’re in them sometimes.
We’re walking somewhere. On a road. An old footpath. We’re in the woods.
Except I’m not me, and you’re not you.
9/2/16
More dreams. There’s a girl in them.
9/5/16
It’s Lucy Gallows. The girl I dream about on the road.
Ridiculous, right? Getting obsessed with old ghost stories.
Except it doesn’t feel ridiculous. It feels real.
11/7/16
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Becca?
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[Photo: Blurred, dark. Barely distinguishable as a road.]
[Photo: The same road. Clearer. A figure, shadowed. Female.]
Becca?
11/9/16
Lucy?