Dear Kate,
I went to a bar tonight, I ordered a lot more then i could handle. But i didnt care because i thought that if i was drunk enough to forget my own name then maybe I wouldnt remember your face painted with purple and blue. I saw you walk to the park and read my letter, whenever you would frown or smile you'd wince at the pain. Nobody should feel pain from smiling. I balled my hands into fists until they where numb from the sight of seeing you like that. And you acting so calm when you were at the park, it all changed once you left and went home. Kate I couldn't get the image of you hurt out of my head. Your face is too beautiful to have anything on it especially bruises. Doesnt your dad know you not some canvice he can try to paint, because Kate your already a god damn masterpiece. Im sitting outside my house after puking my entire way home, Im surpised I even knew which house it was. What if i walked into yours by mistake? Well you know that they say 'drunk actions are sober thoughts'. But would you tell me to leave Kate or greet me with open arms?
-An overthinking,drunk X
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Letters to Kate
Novela JuvenilKate and Xavier. Both abused and broken with hopes of a normal life. Will cheesy letters hidden on a playground bring them together? Or are they broken beyond repair? *Slow updates*
