I slid the final package of paper in the Manila folder. I slowly placed it under my pillow, contemplating the condition of the slim paper underneath the protected folder. The words inscribed with pen are now stationed in my brain. Every little thing will remind me of the things she wrote me.
She decided it would have been best to handwrite, considering that's what we did before everything happened. I'd play a chord, she'd give it flavor as she beautifully sang the flawless words she wrote. That stopped. After "everything happened."
Confused? Yeah. I was too. She stopped showing up to work. She stopped coming to school. I would drive by her house; and her mom would say she's not home.
Was it me? Was it something I said? Was it something I did? Is she still alive? I questioned all these things before she sent me thirteen letters.
These thirteen letters were written to Austin Moon. They told our story from her perspective. They explained my interrogatory thoughts; but elaborated more than I ever wanted.
Eighteen year old, Ally Dawson; the girl who I believe will never speak to me again. She'll never write me her incredible pieces of literature.
I'll never feel her body or lips against my own.
Still confused? Let's go back in time.
To,
Yesterday.
A/N: Thought I may try an Auslly fic. I'm really excited for this. I think it'll turn out great. It's kind of based off the book 13 Reasons Why; but without the suicidal things. Anyways, the chapters won't be long, they'll be in letter format, adding some of Austin's thoughts.
SO EXCITED TO WRITE THE REST.