DIMITRI
March 1st
Dear D,
Please forgive me, Delia. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have written those things to you. I was just so angry and hurt and heartbroken. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now without you. I'm sorry you thought that was the only way out. I'm sorry you couldn't get help. I'm sorry I wasn't enough.
But I told you I was working on something! Mitchell's a really great lawyer. He had everything planned. We were going to get you justice. We still are. I'm not giving up on you, Delia. They will not get away with that they did to you. I just wished you had waited. I wished you had trusted me. I wish the pain in your heart wasn't so consuming.
You've been gone over a month now. It doesn't feel real. Nothing feels real anymore. I'm hoping this is just a horrible nightmare and I'm going to wake up soon. I have to keep pinching myself to remind myself that this is the reality I'm living now.
I miss you more every day.
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
