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letter fourteen

Mallory,

The doorbell rang at three am. 

It was Lilah. She'd gotten out- she'd beaten her bulimia. She was no longer skin and bones... It had been weeks apparently. I had lost track of the hours, of the days, of the weeks after I wrote last.

The last letter was written four months ago.

You've been gone for over a year now.

In my faux comatose state, I missed the anniversary of you leaving, hell I'd even missed the one for Rob. I missed Christmas and New Years for Christ's sake. 

Lilah asked me if I was alright, and I just stood there and I told her I had forgotten about you in my self loathing, and I cried. I cried and I cried and I cried. This in turn caused wheezing and a lack of breath and finally, me collapsing into Lilah's arms on the verge of consciousness. 

She carried me to your room mistakenly and laid me on your bed. I wanted to scream at her and tell her that this room was sacred and neither her nor I deserved to be in here, let alone lie on the bed. 

But I was just too damn tired of living. 

With love,

Preston Arsement♥