Bradley decided to spend last night on the couch in my living room.
I woke up this morning knowing that I had to make a decision.
I went to my room to grab the invitations and send them or destroy them.
I wasn't sure which I would do.
But I didn't find them.
They were gone.
And so was Bradley.
I drove over to his house.
"What did you do with my letters?"
"What letters?"
"The invitations. To my funeral. I worked hard on those and I need them back."
"You don't need them."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because you're not dying."
"You don't know."
"I'm not going to let you."
"You can't control what I do."
"Cait."
"Bradley."
"I... Please Cait, don't do this. Don't kill yourself. I..."
"I need those letters."
"You don't."
"I do."
"I love you."
Those words hit me like a load of bricks.
"I don't know what I would do without you. Cait, I need you. I love you. I've been in love with you since we were just little kids."
"Stop."
"Cait, please."
"Just stop."
We stared at each other.
My heart had never beat so fast.
I didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry," I whispered before I turned around and left.
Bradley,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. I loved you too.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
