Dear Jade,

It's been a month. I graduated high school. I got drunk and yelled at my mom. She kicked me out. I'm on the streets now. I smoke the cigarettes I took from you the first day you came to my house. You were sad. You wanted to smoke them and let go. Jade I miss you... was it really worth dying? Are you happy now?
-jace

I set the letter down on the cement. The tear stained letter flies up in the breeze and floats away.
"I love you Jade." I whisper.