I honestly have no words.I'm just... Thank you. Thank you for putting this up Mabz, and thank everyone for praying for Lizbeth. I just don't know what to say, but, here goes.
I'm not sure if I believe in God. Lizbeth and I are agnostics (Oh gosh, I'm still talking about her in the present tense) and it's just... You don't know, really, do you? But I'm keeping an open mind and, God, if you're listening, please tell Lizbeth that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't have time to take you to see Love Never Dies. I'm sorry you never got to perform to everyone a Gavroche, I'm sorry you didn't get to live out barricade day 2013, I'm sorry you never saw me turn 16. You should see my dress for your funeral. It's just like Cosette's, her convent one. I think you'd have liked it, you were a Mizzie until the end. You told me in truth or dare once that you'd want Empty Chairs At Empty Tables played at your funeral. I'm going to sing it for you, Lizbeth. True, I'll sing it higher, you know I can't hit those low notes, but I'll sin it for you all the same. Your friend who is a boy looked sad today. Scratch that, he's looked sad since June 6th. I really think he liked you, Lizbeth. He's coming to your funeral. And remember Kay? That girl we met on holiday? She's uploaded that Azelma/Jehan fic you wanted her to upload age ago. She still sends her letters, you know. Says you were the best pen friend ever, and I expect she's right. She's told me she's gone vegan. I think you might have influenced her, you said vegan ism was impossible, remember? She says she trying to prove you wrong. So, Lizbeth, all I can say is I'm going to miss you more than humanly possible, and they better have Les Mis in heaven.
Who knows. Maybe you'll get to meet Victor Hugo after all...
Your sister, who wishes she could share a room again,
Reese (Peanut Butter) xxxxxxx
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