Max and Lizzie stood in silence for well over ten minutes, reading and re-reading every single heartfelt word in Dawson's letter. It was like being given a suicide note, or an obituary, somehow it felt as if they had already lost her, which in a way, they had.
Max's hands trembled slightly as his eyes slowly clambered over the section directed purely at him, like an inexperience mountaineer scaling the sheerest of rock faces. It was an impossible, heart-wrenching task, to read her words, to be incapable of reply.
"She always had to get the last word in, didn't she?" Max scoffed, hiding his tears behind forced laughter.
Lizzie peeled the note out of his hands, a victim of the same affliction, repeating her own section of the letter like an addict, unable to stop herself.
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