Writing Letters [completed // editing]

| letter eight october 23 1999 |

"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."

~bob marley

Dear Angel,

I've fucked everything up.

Everything was going smoothly, Angel. Now, I doubt you want to see my face. When I woke up this morning, blood on the sheets, and glass smashed around my room, I felt something inside of me break.

I'm a fucking failure.

When I saw your note, 'I just need space'. I screamed. I'll admit to you, I knew you'd leave, but still. I had hoped that you'd stay. I am so fucking stupid to think that anyone would care.

I'll still call you my Angel, because for a brief moment of time, you gave me a reprieve. And I'm sorry. So, so, sorry, that I scared you away.

Just...

Thank you for trying, Angel.

As always,

Ash

A.N

This is not the end! There's still a lot more that I'm going to write. So.. yeah. Thank you so much for 300+ reads! It means the world to me.