Ryland
I woke to the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes and saw a mug and food on the bedside unit and the letter from Gracie sitting next to it. I checked my phone first to see if she had replied, but nothing. I grabbed the letter and ripped it open.
Ryland,
I need you to know one thing before you read this. I love you, that hasn’t changed, and it never will.
I am sorry it has come to this, but I can’t take any more of this. I can’t take the hurt that comes with you pushing me away. I hate that you won’t talk to me or let me help you. I understand that you are breaking right now, but it is too much. I told myself it would get better, you would get better, but with each passing day, you seem to get worse, you seem to get further away from me.
The drinking, drugs, and mood s
