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Let Her Go:

Connor's POV••

I saw her as she walked out of the door. Her walking out of the door is basically her walking out of my life. This means I will never hear her laugh when I say something stupid or her soft voice when she's trying to comfort me. I will never hear her say, "I love you," nor will I ever see the sight of her wearing an oversized sweater, her bottom lip tuck between her top and bottom teeth, a book in her lap.

It's been 5 days now and she hasn't came back. Her best friend came to get her stuff and when I asked her about y/n she just snorted and walked out. I sighed and walked to the bedroom and saw a small envelope on top of the nightstand. I slowly walked over and opened it.

"To Connor." it said. I felt a small lump at my throat when I saw it was her handwriting. I unfolded the letter and began reading it.

'Dear Connor,

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about everything. It was all my fault. I wish I could hit the rewind button and prevent from anything of happening. I just wish that I could be there with you and we could watch our favorite movie and throw popcorn at each other and end up tickling on the ground and end it with a kiss. But everyone knows wishes don't come true. I love you Connor. I truly do. I always have and I always will. I regret everything that happened that night and I just wish that I could tell you. But by the time you're reading this, I'm on my flight to Spain. I really do love you and I had to let you go to be happy. I was just holding you back from what you love to do. And I want you to succeed, not to be hold down by a needy girl. I only did it because I love you.

Goodbye Connor.'

I reread the letter over and over again. As I read it for the last time, I let the tears fall for the 100th time. She's wrong. She's my happiness and now she's gone. She didn't let me go. I let her go.

It was my fault. I should've tried harder to make our relationship work, I should've worked harder and listen to her. I let her easily slip through my fingers and down the drain. And now I can't get her back.

I can't get her back because I let her go.

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