Dear Luke
Today I saw the pictures. They were all over the news, all over my phone. Everywhere. I couldn't run.
You were with a girl. Blue hair, grey eyes and a pretty smile. Your arm around her waist. You look so happy. Did you ever look that happy with me?
Funny though. I smiled at the pictures.
I wish it had lasted. But no, that smile turned into a laugh, and then into ugly sobs that came and came for hours and didn't stop.
I ended up smashing a mirror and cutting my hand and I really didn't give a fuck.
I'm sorry I wasn't good enough.
I'm sorry I'm dependant on you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Fuck. I'm sorry.
... From Calamity.
