Dear Wren,
Fine.
FINE.
I don't care anymore.
If you want to be petty like that, fine.
There's absolutely nothing I can do to stop that apparently.
You've made that so fucking clear.
Do you see this?
You're making me cuss in my letter.
That's how fucking pissed I am right now.
Do you seriously think so lowly of me?
Stop being so fucking narrow-minded!
Stop being so fucking jealous.
It's not a pretty color on you, darling.
Just.
Stop.
September 10,
Koda
YOU ARE READING
Letters from a Comatose Patient
Teen Fiction❝Dear Wren, I miss your laugh.❞ In which Koda writes to Wren with no intention of ever giving his letters to her.
