OH MY GOODNESS GUYS! Thanks SO SO much for the positive reviews for the first chapter. I was so shocked when I saw how many of you had reviewed/alerted/favourites this! It made me so happy! I hope this letter won't disappoint, even if it is much sadder than the first. (:

Nate,

It's been exactly two years now since the accident.
2nd January 2007. That date still haunts me.

We were both sixteen, yet somehow I knew I was in love with you. I never got the chance to ask if you felt the same way. Everyone thinks that I'm slowly getting over you. Every sympathetic smile makes me want to scream. I can't and won't get over you. It's impossible. I know you wouldn't want this, everyone tells me so enough times, but I just can't come to terms with it.

You were so healthy. Why is it always the people who shouldn't die that do? You hadn't been drinking, yet the person that crashed into you had – they got away with barely a scratch yet you were in a coma for a week before you passed away. You'll never read this letter, I know that, but I suppose writing down my feelings on paper will help.

I still dream about you. I tell everyone that I don't, but lying just comes naturally now. "I'm fine" or "It's getting better" are the frequent lies I tell. The only person that doesn't believe me is Jason, but he won't say anything. I think the others believe me because they want to believe me. They want me to get better, so when I say I am they take the easy way out and agree with me. I don't blame them because I would do the same.

The thing is Nate it's so hard without you. I never got the chance to say goodbye, not properly. The doctors said you could still hear me, so I talked to you for hours about the stupidest things, yet when it got to the point where talking was most important I froze up. I couldn't say goodbye. I didn't say I loved you to your face – I said it when you were wired up to the monitors and already gone. I love you Nate, with all my heart, and even if I move on it won't be the same.

I'm going now, Nate, and the memories are coming with me. I'll try, for you, to move on. I'll try and live again.

No promises.

Love, forever and always,
Peggy.

I was hoping to suprise you guys with who sent this. Did it work?