Dear Suga,
I hope you'll read this even if it's coming from the failure herself.
I've been thinking, even after all the harsh cruelties I've faced, do you still remember the days of innocence we shared?
When we went to the lake to send out our paper boats with our wishes written in them. Or how you tackled me to the floor in a hug filled with worry after I had been out for two hours.
Do you still remember the day we got matching earrings to symbolize our 'everlasting' friendship?
Maybe you forgot while you used to cut my wrists, telling me to shut up and get out of the house. When you'd pull my hair and rip out a few strands of my hair in the process, telling me how putrid I looked.
I hope that my gift of not telling the media of the horrendous acts that took place in the dorms was good enough. Was I a good best friend for once, Suga?
Now that I'm leaving for good, do you perhaps maybe feel that I'm not as putrid as you thought I was? That maybe, I wasn't as fake as your new best friend.
Please let me know one day. Maybe if I have the courage to come back.
I'll miss you and your swag.
Love from,
Bunny-ssi
A blue flower petal lay light upon the end of his note, bright yellow spots covering the petal, symbolizing what the girl thought of after he told her she was putrid unlike the assistant manager.
