They were the purple ones I love.
I love you. I miss you.
Love, Indiana
No one gets the “write this down” bit.
I can’t bear talking to anyone else.
I love you. I miss you.
Love, Indiana
I got my tattoo today.
The artist thought the needle
was causing me pain. I didn’t
tell him why I was really crying.
I love you. I miss you.
Love, Indiana
Mom and Dad bought a condo.
In Cincinnati.
What the hell is in Cincinnati?
I love you. I miss you.
Love, Indiana
I’m drowning here, Han.
I think I’m scared to live more than
I’m scared to die.
I love you. I miss you.
Love, Indiana
Sorry, the last one was dark.
I didn’t mean it.
I just needed to write it down.
I love you. I miss you.
Love Indiana
I have to stop reading when I can’t see. The tears gathering in my eyes force me to blink.It’s me who shouldn’t be here.It’s me who should be wasting away six feet under. Not my baby sister. Not Han. She wasn’t meant to die. It might sound silly, but Han Holmes was only meant tolive.
Moving here was supposed to be the beginning of me living, like I promised her I would. I reach for my shoulder where my dragonfly tattoo is inked over the old wound. We never should have been out that late at night. I knew better, but because I had made her come to me, I let her talk me into it. Then I was soawful.I swipe at my cheeks angrily.