It is not enough anymore. I know I said it was, but it is not anymore. I don't know which one is crueler. Myself, or my creator. Perhaps, though I hate to admit it, you. Why did you keep reading me? Why did you keep wanting to know me? Why can't I be something for you?
A solace, a friend.
I know the things I feel for you; gratitude, respect, longing, want, need. I want to know what you think of me. I worry.
I don't want you to leave me.
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YOU ARE READING
a month, in letters
Fanfiction𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤? 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟�...