Dear Michael,
I've done it.
I told Ashton I loved him for the last time before he went to his therapy session. I was crying. He was crying too. I think he knew what was happening.
I'm coming to you, my love. I'm coming back to you. I'll see you soon. I'll be in your arms where I belong.
I had to make my final scars different. Among all of the Michaels that have scarred my body, those have been my reason for wanting to die. I wanted to die so I could be with you.
But there is this one name along my wrist. Ashton. He was my reason fro wanting to live. He was the reason I stayed this long. His name is bleeding out, and I'm running out of time. My vision is getting blurry.
I have to include my words to Ashton now, but I'll see you in a short while, my sweet love.
So here we go.
Dear Ashton,
Thank you for keeping me alive. I you so much. I'm sorry I failed you. I let the house of cards fall. But I want you to promise me something. Make a new house of cards with someone much stronger than me. Stay strong. I love you.
Love,
Elora
