Letter 24

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Dear Simon,

I have your present with me.

I couldn't send it with the other ones. It felt too impersonal.

I left it on your front step. I didn't stay to see the look on your face or if you even opened the door. I wish I wasn't so scared but the truth is, I am.

I'm scared you still hate me.

Remember last Christmas when we got into that fight?

When we said things we didn't mean and you walked out.

When I packed my things and left before you came back.

When we both walked away instead of fighting for it.

I have so many things I wish I could tell you but I know you won't want to hear it.

I got over what happened, maybe you can too?

Love,
Celeste

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