letters i never sent; wyatt oleff

vingt-quatre

2 months later

''Flight 267, Los Angeles to New York, now boarding.''

I am well aware that Wyatt's parent's have an apartment in New York, but at the moment, that is the least of my worries. All I want to do is start fresh. meet new people. Try and reinvent myself for the 99th time. And if i happen to bump into Wyatt's parents, so be it.

End of flight

I plop down on my bed, contemplating all the decisions I've made over the course of my life, and most importantly, the last 2 months. Trying to erase any memories of Wyatt and my mom, and trying to remember any reminders of my once simple childhood. But it doesn't work, because without Wyatt, I have no childhood. So now I'm sad, and my face turns sour. I try to unpack my stuff, hoping that it'll get my mind off of anything and everything. But it doesn't

I thought that moving would get me as far away from Wyatt as I could ever get, but I didn't realize that I'd be leaving behind the people I love the most. And now I'm forced to face the fact that i'm too late now. Because of my actions, I don't have him. All because of some stupid letters I never sent.