03/02/18
Hey Maya, welcome to your first letter. You are one with many letters, my love. My best friend deserves many reasons for why I've done this to myself. So here you are, one reason at a time, you will get to know my story; all the things I never told you because I didn't want to make you unhappy. Hailey fucked me up, I was hoping to protect you from the same fate. I was afraid to destroy your happiness— your optimism. You are quite a sensitive person, you'd be very easy to corrupt and fracture. I thought, maybe if I didn't tell you, it would be better for the both of us. I was wrong. Very, very wrong. And I could've told you, but I still would've done this to myself. You couldn't fix me, no matter how hard you tried. So, I spared you trying; wasting your energy on a hopeless little girl. I was like a broken vase, and you the child with super glue. No matter how much the child tried, they couldn't match up the pieces. The vase would be shattered and could only be disposed of. I was very much like that vase, Maya. Remember that metaphor and whenever you see a vase imagine it smashing, then think of me.
Maya, you did not have much to do with my death, it's not what you did to me that involves you, it's what you let happen to me. What you watched other people do to me but did nothing, thinking I could handle it. I couldn't handle it, but I told you I could, so I could protect you. But I protected you for too long and didn't spend enough time protecting myself. Because I couldn't protect myself, you should've protected me, we were supposed to protect each other. But you are not a warrior. You are just a child with super glue, staring at a broken vase and not knowing how to piece it together.
.From Caitlin
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.From Caitlin
Short Storyto: all Hey, it's Caitlin. Remember me? Of course you do, my death was only recently, but do you remember why I died. Or did you even know? Well whether you did or not, after reading your letters, you will. You don't have to read your letters, but...
