THIRTY-FOUR
If you’re reading this, it means you know. Or maybe blind faith brought you to these words. If it was, I don’t deserve it. Also, if H is picking this up. Stop reading. None of this is meant for you.
I don’t know where we are. What happened… or even why I’m writing this. Maybe I’m dead. Maybe you hate me. I wouldn’t blame you. You were supposed to. That was the point. No, it wasn’t the point, I just couldn’t… This was cooked up by me and S. No one else. Just us. I wanted to include you, I thought it was right that I tell you the truth. I couldn’t do it in person, so I’m doing it here, knowing if you ever read these words, it’s likely I’m already gone and this is over.
Swiping a tear from her cheek, she brought his words closer to her eyes.
I love you. That’s one truth that w
