Dear Max,
Rachel and I have a lot more in common than we both thought. She recently let me in on her plan to ditch Arcadia Bay as soon as she gathered enough money. She wants to run away to Los Angeles to really kick start her modeling career and I told her that I would help her raise enough money as long as I got to run with her. She of course agreed so her plan is now our plan.
I know if you were here you'd be pissed that I was planning on deceiving mom, but I don't give a fuck. I almost wish you were here so I could leave without a trace like you did to me. I wish I could give you a taste of your own sick and fucked up medicine, but it wouldn't affect you as much as it did me. You have a dad, mom, and friends to lean on.
So, hopefully sooner rather than later Rachel and I will pack up my pickup truck with our stuff and run off to LA to live a better life. Together.
Chloe
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أدب الهواةChloe was lonely when her best friend, Max Caulfield, left for Seattle. She then spent the next five years capturing her life in letters to Max. Slight TW//
