Without Me

(Slow updates)

Emerson:

I opened the first letter today. It was marked simply with my name and the number nineteen in the upper right hand corner. My birthdays not until next week, but I couldn't wait.

She assumed I'd be finishing my sophomore year at Columbia. She told me she hoped I'd made some amazing friends this year and that my relationship with Jake was still going strong. She hoped the girls and dad were doing ok and thanked God that at least Annie could cook.

Her letter was like a knife in my heart, because I'm not doing any of those things now.

Now I'm an (Ivey League) college dropout, working two jobs and raising my tween sisters. Oh, and I met someone, but he's a total asshole.

Her last words keep playing in my head. "I promise Em, you'll be fine without me."

My mother was never a liar... until after she died.

Wesley:

I met a gorgeous girl at a bar, then took another one home and... well you know. The only problem is, I have to see that gorgeous girl everyday now.

She's a sassy, beautiful pain in my ass, but she's also sad. I can see it because I am too. I'm wealthy, amazing in the sack and even better looking. Just don't get too close to this glass house or you'll see fractures so deep, the whole things bound to go down.

The problem is, no matter how hard I try to drink or fuck it away, I think she's starting to see it... and I'd rather be an asshole than have anyone's sympathy.

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