dear wes,
i felt it coming. i knew it was going to happen. i just hoped you would give me some time, let me brace myself.
why would you, though?
it was only the death of me.
you know, it's funny to think about now. how, if you'd have stuck around, i would've married you. but instead, like the narcissist you are, you ended it on halloween. my favorite holiday.
and i'm writing this letter because i haven't really come to terms with it yet. it's like the rug just got swept out from under me. i'll never send this to you, but it makes me feel a little less numb when i write it all out.
maybe i'm lucky. my friends told me i dodged a bullet with you.
then why does it feel like i have one lodged in my chest?
go to hell,
luna.
YOU ARE READING
five seconds flat.
قصص عامةin which luna writes letters she'll never send to her ex, wes, in hopes of getting over him. COMPLETED.
