Dear (Cather) Wren,
Please, ignore the smudge of red going across the page.
Yes, it is blood.
No, I am not dying.
I accidentally cut my finger on the edge of the paper.
Yes, it is a paper cut.
Yes, I have thin skin.
You already knew this, though, so I don't see why you're laughing.
Yes, I know you're laughing.
Even though I'm not going to be here while you're reading this.
There is no way in Hell you can make me sit beside you while you read my letters to you.
No.
Way.
In.
Hell.
None.
Zip.
Nada.
Please, refrain from asking.
It will never happen.
You should've seen how far the corner of this paper went in, though...
How do you bleed so much from a paper cut?
March 27,
Koda
YOU ARE READING
Letters from a Comatose Patient
Roman pour Adolescents❝Dear Wren, I miss your laugh.❞ In which Koda writes to Wren with no intention of ever giving his letters to her.
