Mom woke me up at eight in the morning. It's Saturday, no school – something must happened.
She entered my room without a knock and rushed beside me, letter in hand.
I stared at the familiar scrawl of my name atop the neatly folded paper, and then I knew.
Maxine happened.
Bash,
By the time you read this, I might have already been gone.
When I said you deserve better, I mean it.
I don't want you to be tied down to some promise you may not be able to keep. And I don't want myself to be holding on to something uncertain for it'll only destroy me in the end.
I am a coward. I always have been. And today, I am leaving. I am running away. It's not something I am proud of, but it sure is something I'm good at.
I am sorry, Bash. I didn't know what else to do. I suck at goodbyes and you know that. Please, take good care of yourself. Chase after your dreams as I shall chase after mine. You are strong willed and determined. I believe in you. So, please, believe in yourself, too.
I love you, Bash. Not enough to make me stay but enough for it to hurt. I needed to go, and you needed to stay right where you are. So, please, I beg of you, don't come chasing after me. I don't deserve it.
Go to college; set up a band, sing your songs out loud for everyone to hear; find a girl, and fall in love. Be happy, Bash. You deserve to be.
All my love,
Max.
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Short Story"But we're all scared to say the things worth saying." You said I'm a coward for running away instead of facing the truth head on. For keeping my distance instead of being true to myself and how I feel. For pushing you away instead of giving you a c...
