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I Tried Getting My Dad To Buy Me A Beeper For My Birthday,” He Says, “but He Thinks Only Doctors And Drug Dealers Need Them.

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

It Was Love Because It Was Worth It.

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

‎because If I Hadn't Been So Afraid Of Everyone Else, I Might Have Told Hannah That Someone Cared. And Hannah Might Still Be Alive.