𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 / 𝚖. 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗

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sasha opened her letter some hours after leaving the hospital.

sitting on her bed, she caressed the words written with blue ink, before letting her eyes focus on them;

dear sasha,

i'm sorry.

it was hard to live like this. i'm sure you could see how bad the whole situation with him was getting.

like i did with armin, in this letter i just want to thank you.

thank you for alllll you did.

your help was more than enough.

it was me who failed, so i don't want you to blame yourself.

i never admitted it, but i was so thankful when you were putting food in front of my face and pressuring me to eat.

thanks to you, i was able to get out of this living nightmare for a while.

i'm so sorry i couldn't make it til the end.

i tried so hard, but all my tries led me nowhere.

i don't want you to hate anyone for this outcome. this was something i decided to do, okay?

no one pushed me towards this.

i chose my fate.

sasha... thank you for being here.

i recognized all your tries and i'm so thankful for them.

i just couldn't use them to help myself.

you did everything and much more!

i want you to take care of yourself and forget about me. i'll soon be just a memory of yours.

don't re-read this letter. put it somewhere else or even throw it away.

take care, my potato girl<3

your loaf of bread,
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