Entry #38

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Dear Autumn,

I don't know why I'm writing to you when you know what happens in my life now.

Since you're actually part of it again.

My therapist says it's good though, but she thinks I'm writing to myself. A diary of some sorts.

Either way, I feel better writing to you.

Because you make me feel less sad. I only hope that I do the same for you too.

Like always though, my hopes were sadly crushed.

Because I found you crying today after-school. And it broke my heart to pieces.

At first, I thought it was because of the other kids. Since lately they've been making fun of both of us, saying his the 'freaks' have found each other.

It hurt me a little too, but at least this time I have you on my side.

This didn't make you feel better like it did for me though. Because your tears were streaming down your cheeks continuously, and when I finally approached you, you hugged me tightly. And started crying more. You reminded me of that time in the forest.

And that's probably why I did something very, very, wrong.

I said I loved you.

That's when you froze. You backed away, looking at me with recognition, your tears still staining your cheeks. You then hesitantly said, or more accurately, asked:

"August?"

And that's about the time I froze.

Love (sorry),
August

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