Dear Gray,
Today mom found my letters.
She asked me why I did it,
Why I kept reliving all the things that
are killing me inside,
Why I keep trying to bring you back.
I didn't have an answer,
Not one that I wanted her to know
anyway.
So I told her because Dr.Conners told me
to write to the person who had
destoryed me,
But that's not true.
You put me back together Grayson,
And after you left..
I destroyed myself.
And writing to you,
Writing these letters that you'll never see,
Dear God
It helps me cling on to the little bit of
Sanity I have left.
And I didn't want her to know that.
She wouldn't understand,
She would tell me to stop,
Tell me it wasn't worth putting myself
Through it all over again.
But it is, Grayson.
I'm not doing this to bring you back,
You'll never see these.
I'm doing this to give myself the closure
I believe I deserve,
Even if it's all a figment of my
imagination.
I'm doing this for myself, for once.
Wow, that sounds selfish as read over it.
I have to go Grayson,
I hope you're doing good in LA.
I love you,
Alana
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Letters To: Gray
Short Story"im hurting Gray, and I don't know how much longer I can take this." -Alana :: highest achievement: #684 in short story ::