Writing Letters [completed // editing]

| letter twenty six february 14 2001 |

"A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time where it is wrong, as well as worthless, to resist." 

                              ~stewart aslop

Dear Angel, 

 This one will be short, I promise. 

I just want to know, how could you? I trusted you, I believed in you, I gave you my everything. 

And you just threw it away. I hope you're happy. 

I hope you got what you wanted. 

You can go and return to your old life, being a little deceitful bastard. 

How many other girls have you gotten to fall for that charming smile? I don't care, Angel, I don't fucking care anymore. Is that what you wanted? To break me? Because, I was already broken, so I bet you thought it would be fun to just do it again, huh?

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. 

I hate you so much, dammit. 

Did you remember that it's Valentines Day? I bet you didn't, you asshole. 

Angel, I'm done. Done with you, done with everything you ever put me through. 

Done. 

As always, 

Ash 

~ 

wow. that was intense. a massive thank you goes to dani for giving me inspiration for this chapter and the ones still to come. you are simply marvelous. :) 

this isn't the end [psh im not thaaaaat evil.] but ash just cant catch a break, can she?  omg, i bet you guys want to know what he did. well, too, bad you don't get to find out yet. 

on another note, please go enter my contest, it means alot. the deadline is the 14, that's next thursday, i believe. i've gotten lots of great entries and i can't wait to read more! also, i think i'm going to start the 'dedication to a random commenter'. if it doesn't work out, i'll take it away. so please please comment! i love hearing your thoughts. 

kisses xx 

[ps, look at the gif on the side.]