Sin

[-] the letter

To you,

Whoever you are, this is not a greeting but a warning.

This is how he loves...

This is how he loves...

Always remember that. Repeat it over and over again.

This is the meaning of love for him.

Hearts and flowers? There's no such thing. Blood and guns - these are more like it. He can do things that could destroy your make-believes - I dare say so myself. Fairytales only happened once upon a time, I know that now. Happy endings only occur on the last page of your favorite books.

Happiness? It's a priceless gift. Something he couldn't afford even if he wanted - needed - even and I do think so too. Endings? Death.

He could either make or break you. The making would be nothing but the breaking... it was everything to me. He took it all until the only thing that is left of me was him.

Everything.

Sin.

This is the letter that came from every piece of the heart he broke.

I hope that somehow you will be able to understand. You will. For the ending of this story is the beginning of everything for me. You are lucky - for this might be another good story to look forward to. And condemned, at the same time, for you might be too late to stop now.

But don't tell me I didn't warn you.

I have yet to meet him but you are about to.

— m.