Dear Jessica,
Hate is such a strong word. It is a brisk wind on a house of cards, enough to send everything tumbling down.
In highschool, I had shouted at you that I hated you. How couldn't I?
We were best friends for four years before you decided that popularity was more important for you. Image is powerful. But also, image is superficial.
You are probably clueless about why I am suddenly writing you a letter. That too if you still remember me.
I just want to tell you that I didn't hate you. In truth, we don't ever hate anyone. Everyone is right in their own perspective.
I didn't hate you. I hated myself.
And I can't put the reason into words.
Just know that. I don't hate you. I just hate myself. Good thing I don't have to bear with me for much longer.
Yours Lovingly,
Carolina
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Last Letter
Short StoryDiagnosed with cancer, Carolina, in her numbered days writes letters to people who have made a difference in her life. Waiting for the time when she will not be sitting with a pen in her hand but lying moveless in a grave. Waiting for her last lette...
