misbehavin' | scömìche

ain't misbehavin', no, you don't need to worry

July 18, 2017, twenty-four days since Mitch died

My love,

I miss you a lot.

I'm so tempted to join you right now.

If you loved me, why did you leave me?

I can almost hear you. "It was for your own good." No. No, it wasn't.

Your death has broken me.

This is your fault.

Wait.

It's mine.

I was the one who killed you, after all.

Yours,

Scott xx