Fourth Letter

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Dear Caden,

The moment I entered the place, there is nothing I can hear but the loud thump of my heart.

Don’t get me wrong, I already get rid of what I felt for you before. If I was still that cheesy and so-in-love-with-Caden best friend of yours before then I probably would put meaning on everything that happened since the moment I got your text message.

No. This is not a date. Of course.

I scanned the room hoping to get caught of your face so I could stop being awkward as I stand at the entrance.

But you weren’t there.

You never actually appeared.

You could be laughing right now when you get to read this letter.

But Caden, I don’t fucking know if this is just in my imagination or what but my heat felt like broken.

Love, Gwynett Ysabelle Anne

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