DIMITRI
December 5th
Dear D,
What an asshole! I hope he gets herpes. No, that's mean. He could give it to some poor girl. I hope both sides of his pillow are warm. I hope his headphones never work. I hope every time he wears socks, he steps in a puddle of water. That doesn't seem so mean. I'm sorry things are awkward with you and Alison. I feel like I'm in a whole other dimension whenever I see Aaron. And I'm dating his brother! I see him all the time whenever I visit Spencer's parents. I'm going to have to see his stupid face for the rest of my life. I'll have to get over it eventually (if he's going to become my brother-in-law).
To cheer you up, I sent a care package along with this letter. (I don't know if they'll show up at the same time). It has all of your favorite things. Those face masks you told me about, your favorite perfumes and lotions from Bath and Body Works, a candle with your favorite scent (Vanilla Cupcake), your favorite snacks (Kit Kat, Butterfinger, Twizzlers, and Popcorn) and a new XBOX game I think you'll like. I thought of you when I saw it so I knew I had to get it.
I hope you feel better, Delia.
Love, Dimitri
(there's also a surprise for you)
YOU ARE READING
DEAR D (pen pal edition) ✔️
Teen FictionDimitri and Delia. Two strangers. Two pen pals. Two broken hearts. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of heavy drinking, sexual assault, abuse, and suicide
