To: yikes!izzy
Date: Friday, January 27—10:18 PM
Subject:
Isabel,
You can’t just fucking disappear like this. You’re not this selfish. This isn’t you. You’re the girl who gets a room full of kids to think about art. You’re the girl who stops the car so you can pick up litter on the side of the road. Remember that time this summer when those mean girls were picking on that little girl with glasses, and how you made them stop and think about it and apologize, and that girl looked at you like you were a fucking angel, like you saved her life? That’s you, Isabel. Not this girl who disappears.
What’s happening to you? Talk to me. Let me help you.
Love,
Connor