Letter 10

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❝In the end, not everything is perfect.❞

Dear Sean,

I'm coming.

Soon,
Olivia

| Letters To Dead You |

Olivia Freewill lied motionless on the ground of the insane asylum. Her hair scattered about her head. The white gown on her was dotted with blood. Her lips turning a blue color, blood seeping away. Her eyes were trained up at the ceiling, not blinking ever again. The letter by her hand, not the one covered with blood, was unmistakably easy to see the large blotches of ink.

Olivia had died, just exactly what the voices in her head told her to do.

-FIN-

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