5 months.
It's been 152 days since the day she left me in the coffee shop.
Every day I would text her, and call just to have it forward me to her voicemail.
At first, I was confused and heartbroken, wanting to know answers from her. My thoughts always revolved around her.
As days passed, I became more miserable and didn't know what to do with myself.
On day 153, I woke up and forced myself outside to go check the mail.
I looked into the mailbox and grabbed two envelopes. I groaned as I saw the envelope on top was my phone bill.
Then, I looked at the second piece of mail and saw my name and address on the front of the envelope. I furrowed my eyebrows for a second, but then realization kicked in.
It was her handwriting.
YOU ARE READING
escape || h.s.
Short Story"i love you, but what if i want to escape this world?" © rightnowash 2015
