Hey. I'm back with this short one-shot thing. If you've been reading my Sing to Me Instead one-shots, don't worry- I haven't forgotten about them. I just wrote this awhile ago and decided to post it. I hope you enjoy. :)

Sincerely,

D.E.H

On The Ground

Dear Evan Hansen,

I'm not sure what else to say, so I'll just start writing.

The lies… they were like falling from that tree all over

again. The leaves flying around me- those fake emails

surrounding me. The more lies I told the more pressure I

put on that branch.

And then the truth. The truth, is when I fell. The ground.

I faced the truth. That I was broken. I was messed up. I

was a terrible person. But I was not dead. I somehow

still lived through all of it. All of it. I don't have the

Murphys anymore, I don't have Cynthia, Larry, Zoe. But I

still do have one Murphy. Connor won't seem to leave

me, and I'm okay with that. After all I did to his family,

it's the safest thing he could do to me. I don't know why

I'm talking in present tense. Connor's gone. He's...

dead. But he'll never really be gone. I barely knew the

guy, and yet I'm now bound to him for life. I'm going to

try and get to know him more, maybe search through

some of my old year books and read his pages. Anyway,

I'm getting off topic. Sort of. I still have Jared,

somehow. I don't know why in the world he stuck this all out with me. I don't have Alana anymore. I hope I didn't leave her as alone as she was before all the Connor Project stuff. She doesn't deserve any of the crap I put her through. We were friends. We understood each

other. We understood Connor. And I still have mom. I

think now I realize Mom really isn't going anywhere. She

loves me (don't ask me why, it's a constant thought of

mine).

I guess I'm left with what I started with, but you know?

After a few months, I'm realizing I might have all the

same things, but Connor gave me something. Connor,

he gave me hope. You might think that is a very messed

up statement, but it's true. The Connor Project, that

picture of him smiling, and his song. That song, gosh, it

breaks me every time. But it shows me even the people

who seemed like they could only see hopelessness,

even they could have hope. So I can too. I wish all of

this could have happened and come out of it with

Connor still alive. But I can't wish now. I'll try my best to

help Connor keep being found, even though he isn't

here. I hope I'll come accustomed with the ground soon,

because I don't want to go back to falling.

Sincerely,

Evan Hansen