Dear Amelia,
I miss you so very much. I'm not going to say you don't understand how much I miss you because I know you feel the same. At least, if you don't hate me for leaving without saying goodbye or telling you anything about why I left. I'm sorry I had to leave all of a sudden, but it was for the best. If I told you why I was going, then you would have stopped me or been hurt. I couldn't take the chance if it meant I was privileged to live while they killed everyone off in front me for telling on them. I couldn't do that to you. Even if it meant I'd be free, I wouldn't really be free. Guilt and grief would become a worse prison than never seeing any of you again.
I wish I could pause everyone but us, so I can see you and explain this to you. But sadly, I can't control how time chooses to twist.
You know, some people have asked me why I'm on the streets. I tell them victim-protection money ran out. Which in all truth, is almost exactly what happened. I was stable with the little money I had saved until they found me and hurt me one last time, by taking everything I owned.
If I sent this letter, I'd be found and you'd be dead before you could call the cops. I'm sorry we can never speak together, laugh together, or hug ever again.
I promise I'll try to come back and destroy them.
Just remember me, if I never come back.
I have a question. Did you ever find anyone to love? And did you ever find someone to fill the hole I left?
I love you Amelia. You will forever and always, always, be my best friend.
Sincerely,
The Run Away
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Sincerely, The Run Away
Short StorySee, I'd tell you the story of the Run Away, but she's a little finicky. She might find out I've told you, and come for me. I suppose that is my fate, if my destiny is to tell her story. I guess I can tell you then. First, I'll share her letters...
