Letters to you

0.2 Emily

B r o k e n  P r o m i s e s.

E m i l y

It all started when my mom got a divorce with my dad. Well, my birth dad.

That was the first time I ever felt the kind of pain. Until now.

He's gone. He's fucking gone. My baby James is gone, just-just gone. The only love of my life besides the boy next door.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten attached. I just fucking knew it and what did I do, I grew feelings for Daniel.

He broke my heart.

A sniff leaves my red nose as I look up at the dark gray clouds. Rainy days are my favorite kind of days, they represent how I feel every day. Cold and alone.

My own mom knew this was coming and I ignored her like the stupid kid I am. I should have known this was bound to happen one way or another, it happened with my mom twice.

After I and Daniel ended I fell upon a guy who was too risky but I didn't give a shit.

I needed comfort from someone, anyone. He was there. He gave me things I needed such as weed, my pills and feeling wanted. Every night he would make sure we got to his truck or to a friends house.

Well, just one night it was something more than fucking, I felt things for him. I shouldn't have, it was dangerous.

So when I told him I was having a baby, he left. That bastard left and told me he wasn't ready. But because karmas a bitch I got into an accident.

An accident that took the only thing I had loved. Funny the way life works out.

"Emily! There are some flowers for you!" My mother exclaims.

A heavy sigh leaves my lips as I get up and go down the wooden stairs. Maybe it's hi-don't even get hope Emmy, he left you, like all the other men in your life.

"Who are they from."

"Doesn't say." I nod grabbing the note and leave the flowers with my mother to handle.

"Emmy!" She says as I run up the stairs.

"Sorry, I'm busy." I shut my white wooden door and sit on my bed.

To my Emmy,

Words can't explain how sorry I am for my mistakes. I fucked up by time and I shouldn't have left you like I did. I'm so sorry, so fucking sorry. I love you.

The words get covered by a blur. I notice one drop after another keeps smearing the messily written words onto the small white card. My tears.

Who would send this to me, I know it's not him. He was never this sincere. The only other person that it could be is Daniel.

I look to my left out the foggy window to the window across from mine that belonged to the boy I grew up with, my first love, my first relationship and my first time.

I doubt it was him.

I shake my head letting my blonde locks cover my face. It was most likely someone who pities me. I got that a lot.

With that I throw the card onto my desk and do what I have been for the past six months, lay alone in the dark.

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