dear ethan | ✓

the third letter

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dear ethan,

i got a detention today for defending you.

apparently it wasn't the fact that i was sticking up for my best friend, but the fact that i punched the person who was talking shit about you.

what? i'm not gonna let you get talked about as if you're dead, or just some vegetable lying in a bed. they were talking about how you're just taking up someone else's oxygen, a waste of space, and how they're just gonna take you off life support soon anyway. i punched them as soon as i could.

thanks for teaching me how to, by the way. it would've hurt a hell of a lot more if i'd forgotten your lessons about not keeping my thumb inside.

but that's what best friends are for, right?

you've been asleep for a while, but melissa doesn't seem to be missing you. at all.

please, ethan. if you ever read these letters, please break up with that satan child. she's no good whatsover, but you can't see past her innocent smile, can you? you're too far in, too in love, and i hate watching you fall into her trap.

you know how many times she's visited you? twice.

you don't get it, you don't get how purely evil she is. you will once i tell you, but you need to be awake to hear it. i can't just tell you in a letter, sorry best friend.

i still haven't decided if i'm going to let you read these messages or not... i guess there's nothing too personal in here... yet. who knows what else i'll spill to you in writing over the next few weeks?

i'm not giving up on you, eth. i know you can wake up, you lazy son of a bitch. just hurry up, yeh? i miss your hugs & our horror movie marathons. and also biology is crazy boring without you. :)

love from your best friend,

chloe. xx

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