Dear Luke,
I went by your house today. Your mom answered. She gave me this pitied look and told me you weren't there. She wouldn't even tell me where you are. She just kept this pitied look on her face.
I hate pity.
It's a useless emotion. It's strong enough to make you feel bad but not enough to make you feel guilty.
Maybe you feel pity on me.
You feel bad for me but not guilty enough to contact me.
God, I hope that's not the case.
If it is, just stop. Text me, write me, do anything to contact me.
I just need to know you're okay.
Because one of us deserves to be okay.
And it's definitely not going to be me.
With all of my love,
Avery
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Dear Luke
RomanceHe was the love of my life. And then he ran. Away from me and our future. Now I can't find him so I write him letters that he will never see. _____________________________________________________________________________________ NEW FANFIC YAYYAYYY...
