Chapter 3 - Letter

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............ Hank.

When I found it, I just sat and gazed at the big brown envelope. I was scared so I called my friend Izzy and told her to come over, it was important.

When she finally arrived, she said "So T, What's up?" I replied "I have got a letter, its fro--" She cut me off.
"So, you called me here to tell me you had a letter, but carry on, fro...."
"Its from Hank. I'm scared to open it, it might be a death threat or a warning or just a drunk letter, I don't know!" I was crying right now as I was so upset. But Iz did not care. She said "Tiana, just open it, it might be a nice letter."
"Okay...." I said, doubtfully.

When I opened it, it was about 1 paragraph long, it read,

Dear Tiana,
I am very sorry for getting drunk with my friends. I love you and miss you very much. I have seen you perform, your great! Just to let you know, I don't know your house number, I just gave it to reception. Although, better watch out for press and Google!

But apart from that, I just wanted to say hi and I hope your happy at Empire. Can I come and visit you sometime?
If you want to reply, I still live at the same house, same place.

Lots of Love
Hank x

Well, I was , amazed. He was not sorry. But anyways, I thought I would reply to tell him that we are OVER .

so, my reply was

Dear Hank,

Thanks for the apolighy but your not sorry. Please don't read this when your drunk. We are over. I told you. You can visit me in the weather spoons at 4:00 tomorrow afternoon, I have a tight schedule.
I am happy at empire, so I'm not coming back to you, we will discuss more later,

Lots of luck,
Tiana.

Well, I was quite happy with this letter. I mean, what can I say, I don't want to be with him. Ugh. Why did I agree to meet with him?. Well probs to tell him it was over.

It was 10:00PM so I went to bed to get some rest. Then I remembered. My album comes out tomorrow, I have to many press confences! I suppose I will have 15 mins anyway. At this point I just wanted to sleep. So I did.

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