A new life

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Y/N's POV

When I get back to my room I drop the letter on the table at the door. I have no wishes to read it. if they had anything to say they should have done it before they disowned me.

That night I am tossing and turning, I just cannot seem to fall asleep. Even though I have tried ignoring the letter, I can't. it is the only this that I can think about, its presence in the room makes me feel restless.

So I give in, I get up out of bed and grab the letter. With neat handwriting, my name is written on the envelope. I hesitate before opening it.

Dear Y/N,

If you get this letter that means I am no longer alive, I don't know whether that is soon or further in the future.

Everything that has happened is not what I wanted and I think maybe deep down it isn't what you and your mom wanted. I have never agreed with her, but I couldn't do anything, she had decided and that was the end of it. I have tried talking to her many times and it is with much regret that I have not been able to talk her out of it or do anything about it.

But now I can see how much happier you are with your new family and with your biological mom. You have lit up in a way that I have never seen. I am sorry we could never be the people whom you could be like that with.

I will never forget about you and I wish you all the best in the rest of your life.

Lots of love,

Your father.

There it is, those floodgates opening up again like they had many times in the past week. I could always see that I didn't want this and him saying it in the letter meant a lot. I might not have forgiven them fully for what they have done, but I do realise that I might have wanted to get in contact with them in the future and this is not possible anymore. Him pointing out that this was not the thing that I wanted just makes me aware of all the bitterness that had formed in my heart.

I don't know what will happen in the future, there is a lot to think about and to resolve before I can even think about contact with them again.

I can only think of one thing that might calm me down, my mom. The phone seems to ring for a long time before she finally picks up.

"Darling what is wrong?" she speaks, worry spreading across her face as soon as she sees me bawling my eyes out.

"It's just, that... I got... I got... this letter and, uh, i... i... think everything is just catching up to me." I stutter.

"Oh, but that is okay darling. Just calm yourself down and then we can talk about it if you want to." She says a yawn escaping her mouth. Shit, I didn't think about the time difference. It is really late over there. I take a few deep breaths, steadying my breathing as it was becoming quite erratic.

"It is just that I had a long day. I should be fine. We can talk about it when I get home. don't worry, sorry for calling you this late." my behaviour switches quickly when I realise that I don't really want to take about it and that it is late. 

"Y/N, you need to,- you know what I think that is a good idea. Goodnight darling." She interrupts herself when she realises I won't take no for an answer.

"Goodnight mom. I'll see you soon." I say before ending the call.

I don't fall asleep anymore and end up watching a show on Netflix before it is a reasonable hour to go down to eat breakfast.

I forget my phone in my room and when I get back up I see several messages from an unknown number. Who could that be?

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