As I wake up from my endless crying of yesterday's past, I try to keep it together. I still have the letter with me, it's still in my pocket, should I show it to the others? I asked myself, but I figured it would not be a good idea, I don't want them feeling down, especially Sandy. It would be messed up if I told her about it before I confess, but I definitely should. They need some closure. We all need to talk about it, and I still believe they would understand what Marco had written in his letter. I just don't want to put them through all that pain, especially the loss of someone we care about. But no matter what I do, I can't stop crying. It's still hard, I don't think it will ever get easier. I guess the only thing I can do is carry on like nothing happened, hoping they are the same as me.
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As I stayed in my room for like, duration of twelve hours or so from when I woke up. I need to stop thinking about Marco's death. "Sorry, Marco, today's not the time to tell them about your letter yet. I'm sorry." I say to myself, thinking that Marco's by my side when I said that. "But, I really am sorry," I added, but I can't say things like that anymore, Louis will think that I'm crazy, talking to myself in here, but he won't get it. I wanna ask Marco if I can ask his sister out, but I'm sure that he'll agree to that, I don't know. But I'm saying sorry in advance, I snicker while thinking of that. But, enough of those thoughts that I have.