To people who leave: {petekey} (editing)

October 5th

Pete was dreading the next letter now. The person seemed so sad and Pete literally couldn't do anything to make them happy.

But the person was right about one thing.
You couldn't stop reading their story once you found out about it. It was addicting story.

pete...

i think i'm going to talk about something happy for you.

i'm going to talk about the day i met you.

well a bit of it at least. i promised myself i would try to stay as anonymous as i could. i only wanted these letters to tell you about me. i wanted someone who wouldn't judge me. you were my only option. and i like that. i like it being you. it's something about you. i don't know what it is though. something about you.

the night i met you was a bad day. well it started off as a bad day.

that day was the first day my dad was gone.

i told you he was a heavy drinker. i never told you the outcome.

no i'm not an orphan or anything, but i wouldn't want you to think of me any different if i was. i want you to remember me the same way every time you think of me. not motherless. just me.

so the night i met you, was the same day my dad left a note on the table. he was going to be with his brother. he lived across the country. he said he would send us money. we could get a cheap apartment. he said he would help us.

i didn't believe him.

he did help us, if you were wondering.

but the night i met you, everything was kinda clear. i knew what happened. i understood, and i just wanted to be alone. my brother was always big on parties though. his friends were throwing one and he didn't want me to be alone. i understand why.

i wouldn't have wanted him alone.

i figured i would stay in the kitchen. turns out i met you instead. never heard of a pete wentz before. something told me to leave at that moment. i didn't though. i stuck around to not only admire the leaves. i wanted to see them fall.

you're were kinda my leaves that night.

"people are leaves, they can't stay forever." - s.y.k.
Pete didn't know what to say. It was outrageous.

Everyday it seemed he was learned something new. He wished he could remember who the person was. They compared Pete to leaves. It was cute. Not in a like "oh my god this kitten is so cute." But more of a "oh my god a person compared me to the best part of autumn."

Pete felt honored. Even if he wasn't the person they were referring to in the quote. For once he felt like he could relax. This letter was happier than the last. They met Pete. They called Pete leaves.

They called Pete leaves.

Why have I updated so many times today? I'm trash for my own story

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