Dear Kyle,
If you're reading this... congratulations I guess. I know you won't like all the attention, you're probably mad. Don't be. I chose to save you a long time ago, please don't let it go to waste.
I think people in the Capitol underestimate the fear we feel when going into the games. Don't make them feel it. Revenge is not the answer. Don't lie low either, make yourself heard. For the victor's tour be yourself, your own speech writer. That's what I'd do if it were me. But Kyle, whatever you do, be happy. Don't forget but don't live in the final moments. You told me that if anything happened I should move on. Now I telling you that, just live. Find some other lucky girl and make her happy, don't wait for me.
By the time you read this I'm dead anyways so I'll be honest, I'm terrified. Really, I'm dead scared. How was I supposed to survive? Teamwork. And it did! Kyle you won! Teamwork finally worked out didn't it? I don't know if I've told you yet but I love you. I hope you knew that before the final days. And our first kiss! How was it? Did it ever happen? I hope so, I was looking forward to it. Anyways Kyle, I love you and I want you to always know that. So goodbye I suppose. I'd kiss you goodbye but well... you know.
It's so much harder to write a goodbye than think of one. It's killing me to say it but...
I love you Kyle, goodbye.
~Elle
P.S.
It's waiting under my clouds.
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Her
Short Story"I have to." She whispered. "I have to do this Kyle." "Elle, please! I love you!" I begged, my eyes filled with tears. "You don't have to do anything! Let me do it instead!" "I love you too Kyle." She smiled sadly. "Thank you for giving me somethin...
