elizabeth's hatbox

nineteen;

dearest ̶b̶̶r̶̶e̶e breigh,

you will never get this letter, but i will write it to you anyway. why? because for some reason, out of all the people in your granddad's institution that i had put my trust in, out of every person i had taken a chance to call my friend, you decided to give standing by my side a shot.

and even though i turned it down, breigh, i am eternally grateful. eternally. i owe you more than a billion.

and, breigh frances saintcroix, i would help you if i had the chance. i would help you if i had the time. but i don't, because giving myself time would be expanding the pain, and that's something i'm not willing to do.

so breigh, never give up, because i bet you'll find someone a lot better than the whore that i supposedly am, to give you a strong, firm hand to help you out. you will.

you will.

love,

elizabeth.

p.s: i'm sorry for being a bitch. i hope you'll not hold a grudge, i don't want to go to hell.