Grey,
Summer classes have started. I ran into your grandma today. She's teaching a summer English course. You blocked me on everything besides text. I told you I saw her, but you probably already know. Anyway, I've met someone. I know it's only been a month but I'm feeling better. I'm not ready to open up or love anyone new yet... but I really like this person as a friend for now. They're kind, and they make me laugh. I haven't genuinely laughed in a while.
I've been reflecting on our relationship, and on who you are. I realized how toxic you were. I hate the fact that I didn't see it, that I had to experience it first hand. I heard that you started seeing someone too. Do they know what you did? The kind of person you are? I hope you treat them better than you treat me.
Goodnight,
Ash
P.S. I don't think I love you anymore.
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letters to grey
Short StoryThese are letters I wrote to someone I loved, although they will never see them. I wrote these letter to help myself heal. Trigger warning: some of the content in this book discusses emotional abuse and sexual assault. Please read at your own risk...
