Letters from a Comatose Patient

Letter #55

Dear Wren,

So it's New Year's Eve.

And you still won't talk to me.

I don't even understand why.

Did I do something?

Why do you always do this?

This isn't a relationship anymore!

You always getting pissed at me and me doing absolutely nothing to deserve it does not equate a relationship!

Why are you so fucking frustrating?

You know, at this point, I'm not even sure we're still together.

Or that I want us to be together.

Anyway.

Here in a few minutes I'm gonna head out to a party with Danny.

A part of me hopes to see you there.

The other part is worried that if you are there,

What will I find?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm just worried for nothing.

December 31,

Koda