Letters to you;

Chapter 4

      Dear Noah,

      I came back drunk today. I don't remember what exactly happened during the party, but someone brought me home and someone touched me in places I'd allow only you to touch. I didn't get raped, but I felt like a miserable excuse for a human just lying down and taking it without complaints. I don't remember who brought me home but I can remember slapping their hands off me at exactly 1 a.m., when my alarm rang.

      They decided to flee and left me alone in my apartment but I still felt like utter shit. I still feel like utter shit. And I don't even know why I keep writing letters to you when I know that the pain of never seeing you again isn't going away. I don't know why I bother thinking of you all the time when I know you're not coming back from the dead. I hate this. I'm nothing without you. I can't live without you. Please, hurry up and come back. Come back. Come back.

      And if you ever decide to become a zombie and make me your corpse bride, I'll be right here, waiting for you like I always do.

      I love you.