Dear Niall,
July 1
Louis isn't ever talking to me again, is he? He's gone and he's gone and he's gone. What am I supposed to do, Niall? What the hell am I supposed to do?
He left me, Niall, and I miss him, and it hurts. It hurts a lot.
Can you just talk to me? Can you just give me something, anything? You are supposed to be my best friend and then when I need you, you're nowhere to be found. I don't know what's going on with you, Niall, but I need you. Please, please talk to me.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
July 1
All I feel is pain. It's just pain and pain and pain and I don't know how much longer I can take it. I don't want to live, Elle. I don't want to live, I don't want to breath, I don't want to feel anything.
I wish I'd never left. I wish I hadn't come home. I wish I could take back every fucking feeling I ever felt for you, and I wish I wasn't so goddamn in love with you.
I am in love with you, though. Every bone, every muscle, every nerve and drop of sweat, every cell of my fucking body aches for you because I love you. I love you so much I'm shaking. I am shaking and I'm crying and I am screaming and I can't do this.
Love,
Niall
