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"To whoever is reading"

As I write these words, my heart feels heavy with the weight of the world. I never imagined that life could take such a dark turn, but here I am, grappling with the shadows that have consumed me. I have fought tirelessly to hold onto hope, to find a glimmer of light in the midst of this darkness, but it feels as though all my efforts have been in vain.

In my heart, I carry the burden of broken dreams and shattered promises. The pain has become unbearable, and I find solace in the thought of finding peace on the other side. Please understand that this decision is not made lightly. It is born out of a desperate longing for release from the anguish that engulfs me.

I want you to know that it is not your fault. And the reason behind this is my own sins that I've committed. I can't live under the burden of my husband's murder.

So I'm leaving.

With all the love that remains in my broken heart,
"My family and friends"
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There was another letter besides this one which had a blood drop on it. The letter: on next page!
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