3/2, again. If I haven't included your tribute yet, they're probably up soon.
It's chapter 38! Wow, that's crazy! Already?
Warning: dark themes in this chapter. Read with caution.
(Julia's POV)
I can't do this. Not here. Not now. I'm going insane, crumbling apart. I grab the knife and angle it at my chest. Could I kill myself? I've seen tributes before do it, so I won't be the first. It's fine, I guess. I could, but I'm still holding on to life by my fingertips. Keeping the faith.
I don't want to die here. Forget that, I don't want to die at all. I'd want to be preserved forever in memories, like I had never existed at all.
I heard Willow yesterday, with Alea. She sounded like she was dying. I don't want to face that.
Willow. I call her name, a whisper in the soft darkness.
She can see me, she's coming closer. She knows who I am? I'm surprised, I mostly keep to myself. I think it's best that way.
Willow and I lock eyes, and we know what we have to do. I've never seen her like this, but I've known her her entire life.
We were pen pals, from when I got the address wrong on a letter to my friend. Somehow, she ended up recieving it, and that's how we became friends. I know everything about her, her favourite colour (blue) to her dead pet (cat). We were best friends, up until I left her.
I started communicating with her less, and altogether bagan to move on. She sent me letters yelling at me, and then letters apologising. I didn't know what to feel, so I blocked all of it out and just let her do whatever she wanted.
She comes up to me, and whispers something in my ear.
I didn't know. Oh Willow, I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have known.