Letters from a Comatose Patient

Letter #17

Dear Wren,

Honestly?

I don't know why I have this paper out right now.

There's not much I have to say.

Tomorrow's the Fourth of July and...

And we aren't speaking.

At least, not right now.

We fought.

I don't even remember about what.

God, I hate fighting with you.

I hate not speaking with you.

Can we just agree that nobody won in this fight and that we won't fight again?

Please, just answer my calls.

Stop ignoring me.

Don't do this, Wren.

Please.

July 3,

Koda