Day 79.

"Sometimes, the loss of another person leaves us useless and without a purpose. That's when we know we've lost the one we needed the most."

I woke up by your grave today. I realize I must have gotten drunk and passed out on the grass. I know you would've been disappointed in me. Sorry.

I think visiting your grave is going to be a daily routine. I promise to bring a rose to you every time. Then at some point, I'll at least be able to compete with all the other flowers left here. There's daisies, lilies and gardenias. I only recognize those because I remember you showing me some and letting me know that those were your favorite flowers in this entire universe. They're beautiful.

I sang to you today. I hope you could hear it wherever you are. I know how much you used to love hearing me sing, you told me all the time. It brings the memories flooding back to me, and I remember how your voice sounded the first time I heard you sing. I guess I'm one out of a few that can say Chloe Beale serenaded them in a public shower.

I'd love to say I only sang for you, but I didn't. Remember how I'd always hum when I was confused or sad about stuff?

I'm torn. I really am. I'm not sure what to do. I just need you to send me a sign, anything, to let me know that what I'm planning to do is the right thing.

I need you to let me know, Chloe.