Dear Evie,
I miss you like hell. It feels like it's been forever. I hate my apartment, it's so lonely and empty. Sometimes, when I miss you, I go to your house and sleep there for a night. It's less homely without you, but it's better than my apartment. I bought you some new flavors of tea and coffee and even a few new mugs. You're always on my mind. I can't wait to see your beautiful face.
I love you,
Michael.
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metanoia
Short Story**this story deals with themes of addiction, depression, and suicide. do not read if you are susceptible to being triggered by these things.** --- metanoia: the journey of changing ones mind, heart, self, or way of life
