DIMITRI
January 18th
Dear D,
Oh my gosh... I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am that happened to you. I don't know what to say. I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing and makes everything worse. As soon as I read your letter, I cried for hours. I cried myself to sleep. I don't know what to say or how to react. But I am here. I'm here for you, Delia, and I am so, so, so sorry.
I'm sorry your pastor won't welcome you anymore. I'm sorry your school sucks. I'm sorry that doctor or the police don't believe you. I'm sorry those walking scumbags got away with that they did to you. I'm sorry those kids stood around and watched. I'm sorry no one helped you.
I'm just... sorry.
I want to help you. It sucks that we live so far away. I told my mom what happened. I didn't know who else to ask for help. She wants to, though. Isn't that nice? Mitchell's a lawyer. I'm sure he can find a solution. I don't know what to do. I hate that I'm not there to do anything.
Please let me know how I can help. Please don't hesitate to call me if you need to talk to someone. I don't care if it's 3 am AND YOU'RE BAWLING YOUR EYES OUT AND YOU NEED A FRIEND. I WILL ANSWER. I PROMISE. Please, don't just shut me out again.
Love, Dimitri
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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
