Dear Fay,
These past few days have basically been hell. Each morning after everyone left, I dragged myself out of bed. I wasn't living. My emotionless eyes stared back at me. Who was I? Was I really pretty or beautiful like you tell me I am? I lost faith. I lost faith in me. And worst of all, Fay. I lost faith in us. I went to shower, wondering how much it'd hurt if I died. Wondering if anyone would care. The more I thought about it the more I thought of you. Your torn expression when you hear the news. Your tearful expression as you sing at my funeral. I couldn't do it. I couldn't hurt you like that. You're my reason to stay. For now, I'm doing this for you. This is for you.
Love,
Rose
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Dear Fay
RandomWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
