Epilogue #2

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Future/present
Alisophia

It's been a year since me and Grayson last spoke. I missed him. More than I'm supposed to.

We were engaged.
Then we just weren't happy anymore.

I had a miscarriage which caused us to me less happy with each other.

We were forcing ourselves to be happy.

We weren't.

We decided it was a mutual decision.

I'm now regretting that.

I wish we would've tried harder.

Now he might already be in love with someone else.

Dear Grayson,
I'm writing this to you as a lover. I've never been so deeply in love with someone or even in love with someone period. You were my first for a lot of things and I'm glad you were. I'm writing this to you while I'm sitting in our favorite cafe that we always use to go to. After every movie,dinner,sex,argument.
We always came here, it was our escape place.
It's still mine , is it still yours?
I hope you read this one day, well if I have the balls yo ever give it to you.
I love you.
Do you love me?
Are you willing to try us again?
Sincerely,
Alisophia.

I sign off on the letter and fold it in half. I take the last sip of my coffee and throw it into the trash as I stand up. As I do the bell to the shop rings indicating a new customer. My eyes instantly look forward to see you.

"Grayson?"

"Alisophia?"

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