I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry I lied about it.
I knew you would leave either way.
I thought I would try and lessen the hurt.
But I sit here with our texts open all the time trying to think of the right thing to say. I know you'll never forgive me, and I wouldn't either.
YOU ARE READING
Eleanor's Journal
General FictionThis is Eleanor's Deepest thoughts. TW// SH and death
