letters i never sent; wyatt oleff

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Dear Marisol,

Today was Sunday. The first Sunday of the month. Melrose Rooftop Cinema. Our old tradition.

key word: old

My mom told me to call you

I called

I didn't really have a choice

But to my surprise, you didn't pick up

I figured you would

I thought you'd jump at the chance to make things right

I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did

So I did the thing I'm best at

Distracting myself.

For hours I played video games, trying to get my mind off of you

But I couldn't

I feel conflicted right now

I don't know if I want to make things right, or just leave things the way they are

So let me know when your ready to become friends again

Real friends

- Wyatt

mm okay so this chapter is actual shiet, but ya'know what can ya do about it - Orion🌻