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To my Angel,

    It's been fifty-seven days since the last letter you sent and I am officially losing my mind. You have never missed our weekly letters. Ever. I am doing the craziest of things trying to look for you. I even asked Dad for his connections to help me find you, but apparently, you're that good at hiding your location.

I don't know if I did something for you to be mad and not write to me anymore, but whatever it is, please respond with something. I miss you so much and I need to know if you're okay.

Mom says I'm just overthinking things, but Conrad thinks something is wrong too. If Conrad thinks something is wrong, then that's when I will officially worry.

Like right now, so please, for my sanity, respond to me, Angel.

If you don't respond to this letter, I'll stop writing. Tell me to fuck off, and I'll say I love you too, but I'll respect your wishes and leave you alone.

I love you, angel. I have loved you since we were seven years old. I want to tell you this in person so for the love of God, please write me back, especially since I said those three words. See, I'm even underlining it so you can see it. I fucking love you.

P.S.
If you really won't respond, then I'll watch Grease without you.

Love,

Your Remi

I'm hopelessly devoted to you.

✎ᝰ.