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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. The Letter
  47. Chapter Forty-three
  48. Chapter Forty-four
  49. Chapter Forty-five
  50. Chapter Forty-six
  51. Chapter Forty-seven
  52. Chapter Forty-eight
  53. Chapter Forty-nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-one
  56. Chapter Fifty-two
  57. Chapter Fifty-three
  58. Author’s Note
  59. Resources
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Author
  62. What’s next onyour reading list?

Dear May,

I don’t understand your silence. I hope you’re getting these letters. Can you please come visit me? That’s all I want, May. To hear your voice. To see your face. It’s so lonely in here—the only thing that keeps me going is the thought of seeing you again.

The last time I saw you, that day, when I opened the closet door, you wouldn’t even look at me. Then I had to go because they were coming to get me. I never got to tell you what I needed to say.

I used to watch you during class. Math, English…you were always so nice. You were the only one who actually heard me. Do you remember that one time when I asked four goddamn people if I could borrow a pen because I had forgotten mine, and you were the only one decent enough to give me one? Everyone else lied and said they didn’t have any extra or pretended they didn’t hear me. Like I didn’t even fucking exist. But you knew I existed. You always knew.

You saw me, May. You talked to me and knew that I mattered, even when everyone else tried to pretend I didn’t. We’re better than all of them, May. They live little, shallow existences, happy in their ignorance, but we aren’t like them. I know you would have gone out with me if you could have. I totally understand why you couldn’t, especially after our conversation at that party at Adam’s house.

You were so lonely. That night when we sat outside, talking. So lonely. I understood that—I’ve always been lonely too. Know that I’m here for you, May, no matter what. Not like Miles. That guy never saw you like I do. I SEE you. I know what you want and what you need. I’m sorry he’s still out there and that he sees you all the time. He doesn’t deserve to.

Look, May. It’s been almost a year since I started writing, and I haven’t gotten any response. You have to respond. I know you think about me all the time, the way I think about you. I have something important I need to tell you. If you read my last few letters, you already know that. If you didn’t, why not? Why are you ignoring me, when we both know how much we mean to each other? Since I don’t know how else to get you to visit me here, I will say that what I need to tell you is about Jordan, and that day. Does that make you curious enough to come? I know this place is disgusting and not worthy of you, but I’m here.

I hope you come. I miss seeing you. You’re on my approved visitors list; all you need to do is show up.

Yours always,

David Ecchles