saturday - 2 a.m.
honestly, why the fuck am i awake at 2 a.m. writing a letter to you?! you're probably up too, though. except you're up drinking your heart out in some giant party that everyone's at.
i know you're up because we used to stay up, together. we would call each other up on video chat after dinner and add all our friends to it. it would always just end up being you and i at 2 a.m. though. i miss that. we would never run out of things to talk about and now we can't even think of something to start the conversation with.
everyone says that a year can change so much, but for us a year changed everything. the past year was nothing but lies and in these letters i'm meant to tell you the truth. so maybe i'll start with the truth about tonight;
the truth is i wish i was at that party with you. the truth is that i know you would never want me there. the truth is that i am home alone crying over you.
the truth is i've been up for hours, remembering you when you're out there forgetting me.
i hate you.
Aide
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author's note:
yay for a new story!
basically these are "aide's" letters.
warning: this will contain short chapters but much more frequent updates.
xoxo,
daisy
p.s.
this is dedicated to lily because she made the lovely cover (again) ♥
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letters
Short Story"maybe i fucking hate you because you said you loved me back when you didn’t" ➴ lower case intended © troubhle 2014
