A knock on the door,
and the parents are still out.
I stayed in bed with my food,
and my laptop, playing a Netflix show.
Another knock came and came
slowly I got up and went to the door.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Hi, umm-. Justin Miles?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"Sign here."
I was given a piece of paper,
all he needed was a signature.
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He smiled and handed me a box,
I thanked him and he left.
All I wondered was
who would send me a box?
I grabbed a knife
and cut open the top.
I ripped the top sides off
and inside were many letters.
Is this just some joke?
It's April 1st, and I have a box of letters.
But from who?
I shuffled through the letters
and looked in the box.
The letters were all numbered, and with my name.
I found number one;
and opened the letter.
Hey Miles,
Remember when we did everything together?
Remember all those lists we made?
Do you remember?
I hope you do,
cause in each of
every letter
That I'm writing,
I know that I can show you it all
Every stupid little thing,
to almost every important thing.
Just remember that
I always loved you,
I still do,
and I'm sorry for what I did.
See you soon,
Brandon Clark
What?
None of this makes sense.
Brandon's dead.
YOU ARE READING
See You Soon, Brandon
Short StoryJustin Miles was just a normal boy. Until just a while ago his best friend committed suicide. A few months later, a package comes, each starting with "Hey Miles," Just by reading that, anything can be triggered-.., Right?
