I found myself standing in some sort... Of space. Weird, strange place.
Many memories and feelings, images flew in front of my... eyes?
Does it even matter now? Who knows...
And when she opened the mail, that text was displayed on the screen:
"This is a letter I never could write for you or send you. For what you meant to me, for my dreams that you decided to break, and... Leftovers of my feelings. As you asked me to, I'm trying to forget you, though there's no freaking way to do that.
My trip to Spain appeared to be a success, huge success. Everything changed after you left me. Everything. Something to the better side, something got even worse. I'm completely locked inside now, trapped in society and responsibilities before other people. You can't set me free anymore, nobody can. Maybe because I don't even want to. I don't really know or care. I never gave a shit in general, but this is special, this is something you made me lose. My faith in human intelligence. After all, you never understood it the right way, you stupid bitch. All you understand is care and attention, no ~actually serious shit~ I mentioned you never got. I hate to lie but this seems to be the only exit. I never wanted to actually face you slut. Because I realised you won't take long to switch from Norman to me, and it won't be any different in my case. Because I know I never was the best, fuck it! I know who I am. And I am not sharing that. Even with you. My true self is between these strings because I don't need to hold back here. I never had to. Because I am tired of ataying silent each time you hurt me. I am tired of having to accept you all and especially things I don't like and never had a liking on. You play awful. Your moves are slow. You can't adapt. Sometimes you have fun from things I find stupid and childish. You never took me seriously enough and maybe that's why it's not as bad as it could be, because that would be my last letter ever in that case. When you left me, I concentrated on feeling of hurting myself to physically feel what you and I did to each other. And you know what? That's not love, and maybe it wasn't love in the first place. Ever. I can't do that. I don't want that. I would prefer never getting involved into other human being. And having feelings for them. A person that loves can't survive in that world, it is cruel and you can't make any mistakes here. After all, you had to adapt as well, and you will understand that solving job cases, not the school tasks. Fuck you, slut. I hate what you did to me. I hate it, but I am also grateful for that. Still, you really aren't enough for me. No matter what you and I did, we can't change ourselves. And... I didn't feel really good with you on a vc, when we played, I am not comfortable with you, this is why I escaped into illusion of good and cute things. Screw you, you are way too real for me, and you don't have a place in my imaginary world. Only that part of you that made me smile, made me aim for better life. We showed our best, but we shouldn't have to. I expected too much after that. And I was disappointed. In myself, in you, in us. Left in these ruins, I am broken and don't want to go anywhere. You killed my feelings completely."
