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I wish I could sit here and tell you that everything is alright. I would give almost anything to go back to that time when we were all here. But it's not and we can't. We used to be such great friends but we've grown distant. Things change. People change. I know I shouldn't dwell on the past but I do. It's become habitual for me. When I can't escape this reality or this time period, I go back through my memories.

When she couldn't find a way to escape the tension, she would think herself away. Some days a walk in the park, others it was just being alone with friends in complete silence. She would write and write until there was no more room left on the paper to be filled with unrealistic thoughts.
"things have changed" she said one day. "It's not quite as perfect as it was then but every day, it seems to get a little bit worse. If this continues, there'll be nothing left to hold onto."
Whenever Leia felt alone, she would draw. Draw pretty things. Flowers. Animals. People. There was nothing wrong with feeling lonely for her. She like being alone. It made her feel at peace.
Then one day she got a letter. Leia opened it and it was a letter from a friend. It said "I'm coming home". Leia's house caught fire as she read and re-read the letter. Soon, there was nothing left of the house or Leia herself. All that was left was the letter, creased and pure white, not a scratch or a burn on it. the letter was what had saved Leia but ended up killing her in the end. They were all gone.