Dear Kate,
Im sitting at my usual tree looking at your usual swing. I dont know how you can go on those things I always get dizzy. I have my journal on my lap with a pen in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. Im getting back to my old ways Kate, I can see myself going down hill again. I want to be a better person. I want to be good enough to deserve you. But no one could ever deserve you, your just so perfect. I almost walked to your door to finally meet you face to face, but I didnt have the balls to do it. Im drinking tonight because I found some old photos in the attic of mother and I. I miss her so much Kate, she was the only one who actually thought I was a good human being and deserved to be on earth. Besides my aunt of course. I think she hid the box in the attic so I wouldnt get upset with all the memories. Her plan failed. I cant stop picturing the car crash into the ours. I cant stop seeing her injured body laying on the road. I want to believe it wasnt my fault that I was only a kid. Kate tell me it wasnt my fault, I need to know I couldnt have stop it.
Sincerely, A drunk Xavier
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Letters to Kate
Teen FictionKate and Xavier. Both abused and broken with hopes of a normal life. Will cheesy letters hidden on a playground bring them together? Or are they broken beyond repair? *Slow updates*
