rose » afi (on hold)

letter two

january eighth, twenty-sixteen

four ten am

Dear Rose,

I don't even know how you did it. you saved me when I couldn't save you. right before I met you 3 years prior to your death, I was a mess, i was addicted to those scars on my wrists and the getting those words from my father about me being a worthless asshole that never said anything and knew nothing. it couldn't stop, those harsh words made me believe, but when I met you, you lit up my whole life, you made me love myself, you made me happy. no one could do that. thank you, Rose. I miss you, the angel from my nightmare.

to infinity and beyond,
Ashton xx