Last Train to Paris

Prologue

                                           April 15, 2018
Z,

I can't do this anymore.

I know I told you I could and I even convinced myself that I could.

But I can't.

I need you in ways that you can't be here for me.

Seeing you behind a glass barrier has to be the worst feeling. Being so close but so far from you is too much.

I've already imagined our life if we were normal. You'd be a legitimate business man, and I'd be working with some of the highest clientele. You'd convince me that my fear of kids was silly and that we'd be different from our parents. And after my fear was decreased by your smooth persuasion, we'd have two kids: both boys. Both have your beautiful jaw structure and heart throbbing brown eyes. I didn't think long enough for their names because I started crying shortly after.

Love sometimes isn't enough. Your mom told me that, and I was thinking—your own mom doesn't believe in us. Do we prove her and the others wrong? Or do we end it. So I took it upon myself to choose, for us.

I love you. And I'm sorry I wouldn't let you end it when you tried to. Because now we're both in too deep and everything is much harder than it should be.

Don't try to call because I won't answer.

I'll continue putting money on your books.

Sincerely,
Brielle