Dear Hayes • h.g

Letter Three; April 12

Dear Hayes,

It's been a while since I last wrote a letter but I'll try to write more often.

You saw a bruise I had on my neck and asked what it was.

I simply said it was a hickey, little did you know it was a lie.

I saw anger and jealously boil through you as I said those words. I don't know why you would be jealous of a guy giving me hickeys, even though it's not true.

I'm not beautiful, smart or happy. I'm the opposite, ugly, stupid and sad. Or as people call it, depressed.

-Maih ✧