Alone. (Michael Sutthakorn)

Chapter Thirty-Eight // Im gone.

(Jamie's POV)

My journey this year has been unbelievably hard, maybe moving to New York is the fresh start I need. Just the letters to Michael which will slowly fade out. Maybe I should write one last letter in England.

To the most beautiful guy I know,
If you write me a letter with in a day you have to send it to where you usually do however, there is a big change happening and this is gonna cause our letters to be infrequent. I'm sorry about the inconvenience but if you loved me you'd do it for me.
I'm moving to New York. Big change, huh? I guess maybe, this is the change I need and was looking for. I don't know we'll soon find out whether or not it was a good change won't we?
You might not be too happy about his however, I wanted a change and now I'm getting it. I can't be doing with the hassle so this will be reaching you when I'm boarding the plane, well, probably getting ready to leave.
I hope you support my decision,
Love always,
Your Jay x

Maybe this is a good thing that'll be changing and having a different life style, this might even mean that I could be a bit more healthier get fitter. Make new friends and not have to worry about the past, Michael, Dan and My Dad.

Forgive and forget. That's what I say.

You know what when I think about it Michael didn't even deserve me telling him where I was off too. I get that he was drunk and lonely that night but I don't think he understands how much of an effect it had on me.

"Fuck." I screamed in the middle of my apartment. I was in front of my suitcase wondering what to pack, I know I'm leaving for good but I can't take everything.

Do I take Michaels hat or leave it? Everyone should have a piece of something, like a memory. Do I want him to be a memory or a mistake?

I would say he isn't a mistake but he wasn't my better choice, I could of gone with someone so sensitive and pure but I picked Michael. At that time I had no idea what I was getting myself into. All I knew was that he helped me when I got bullied yet I still had some hate towards him. I couldn't help but feel that I was being used especially when I met that Claire girl, and the whole Aiden thing happened.

The whole experience has scared me but I guess it was good for me. Too learn was was right and what was wrong.

I pull on my Timberlands and unlock the door, I haven't been out of this apartment much unless it was for work or to get the odd thing from the shops.

I take the letter down the road and push it in to the worn out letter box. Pushing the rather crappy letter into box.

My last letter, my last day, Michael is going to be my last memory...