A week later, a letter appeared in Charlie’s locker. It was on torn-out notebook paper, covered in crossed-out words and ink smudges. It was so Nick .
“Hey, Char?” Nick mumbled, not opening his eyes. Nick and Charlie
Charlie knew he was in trouble the night Nick fell asleep on his shoulder during a movie marathon at Charlie’s house. His mum had taken a photo. Charlie’s heart had become a trapped bird, thrashing against his ribs. He was falling, and there was no one to catch him. A week later, a letter appeared in Charlie’s locker