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Chapter 15- maybe its too late anyway

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•He has decided to give up.

He doesn't care any more...

Or maybe he never cared.

If he was truly loved, he wouldn't feel so alone.

So he no longer cares about his anonymous writer.

Yes, they had become a regular thing.

It no longer was surprising to find, at the most random of times,

The white envelope, with the purple cursive letters.

He didn't care.

They were all placed in a small box, under his bed.

Some still unopened,

For he already knew what words lay inside the small envelopes.

There were eight letters,

Then nine, ten, eleven...

There were fifteen letters.

He counted.

Fifteen letters sent, all saying
I love you

Fifteen letters returned, all saying
I hate you

He didn't care.

Or... He thought he didn't care.
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But... It might be to late anyway.

What do you think is going to happen, or should happen?...

~M