"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I wanted to write this in a long time, but something kept me from it.Probably the thinking that writing this won’t matter, because you can’t see it.That’s probably true, no matter what other say to console me, it is how it is.Yet, I’m probably writing it to feel better my self, selfishly.I still blame my self, for what happened that day, because it is my fault, and will be.But blaming my self won’t bring you back, will it?You didn’t deserve it, that’s for sure.There were many others that are gone, that didn’t deserve anything similar either, but I’m not the one who decides.If I did, I believe it would be better.What do I know, and what am I saying when I couldn’t have kept you safe? In any kind of way, I hope you knew it, what I felt.And that you knew everything that you have ment for me, and others as well.You will never be forgotten, but you will always be missed.So long, old friend.