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Dear pixxie,

I remember when it was raining out
And you would drag us out of the dorms just so you could junp in puddles.
You loved the rain.

This is my fourth letter, wow. You must be thinking "when is he gonna get over it? It's been 6 months?"
I don't think I'll ever get over it.
Cause this isn't something you just get over.

I had always wondered why'd you lock yourself in the bathroom for hours after a bad day. I was naive.
I should of seen the signs.
I'm never gonna leave you behind.
But I guess now it's too late.

Stay are getting worried about us.
I feel bad but I don't think I can reassure them we're fine, I can't lie to them like that...
Last month we came out of our hiatus,
I wish we didn't.

I miss being able to lay in my bed all day and only think of you, holding you close.
Playing with your hair.
Your soft smile to reassure me.
You were my shoulder to fall on
But you never had someone to catch you
It wasn't until you fell.

"I'm so tired of keeping it in, and letting my tears fall only behind closed doors. I tried to be strong but I'm not a strong person."
That's what you wrote.

Sincerely, channie

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