Lucky || nh

Letter 13

Dear Lucky,

You're mother found you dead in the parlor where I kissed you.

You had empty bottles of medication surrounding you fragile, lifeless body.

How could you do this?

How could you fucking do this to me?

Not just me, you're mother and everyone who gave a shit about you.

You didn't try hard enough.

You didn't even fucking try!

You left this world only thinking about yourself.

You are a selfish bitch!

How dare you do this to me!

I fucking loved you.

I wanted to be with you!

You let yourself go.

I love you Lucky.

I really fucking love you.

I also hate how you did this.

I fucking hate it.

Did you think about me when you killed yourself?

Was I in your last thoughts?

Goodbye Lucky.