S,
I stopped writing three days before we brought you back. I'm not sure why. But you're back with us now, and you have been for a few months. You're safe and secure here.
Your parents have been pulling shitty stunts ever since you left them for good. Remember when we spent two hours looking for all the trackers they hid in your stuff? Yeah, me too.
We got another job together. We're baristas at a chain coffee shop close to the DMV. I hope it lasts. I hope Z can work with us too. We can make a gay union and revolt.
I love you so much. I know I don't say it, and I'm sorry. But I love you. A lot.
- L
YOU ARE READING
Hindsight
No FicciónTo the one I failed to protect. TW: Suicide, swearing, sexual activity, depression, anxiety
