I think this will be the shortest chapter of the story. But it's a sad one, so get your tissues ready.


As a tribute to my memory, they never—never—build anything fun or do anything awesome over the summer.

That's not quite true. They have fun—or at least they try—but never to the same standard set at thirteen. They say that projects like those are incomplete without me. That partaking in those endeavors without me is like being in an episode of Pinhead Pierre without Pinhead Pierre.

I hate it.

Remembering me by not continuing what I loved—what they loved—is not remembering me at all.

I feel like they're trying to remember me by leaving behind every mark I made on their lives.

I bring this up not because I want to still be in their lives, or because I'm self-centered, but because they haven't smiled in five years. And if I was the only reason they ever smiled, then it is definitely wrong for them to forget about me.


Yeah, it's very out of character, but face it, who wouldn't be in this situation?

~Review! If you please. (That's my new closure now.)