the boy who cried wolf

letter no. four

April 12, 1930

Dear Luke,

I don't think we can do this anymore, Luke. You promised me and you lied. I appericiate that you were honest though. Luke, why would you cheat? You broke your promise. I guess promises are meant to be broken. You lied, you fucking lied again.

Luke, you don't have to feel empathy, don't worry. My life is shit already. Everything is all my fault. I drove you to cheat. I even disgust myself. You honestly had to know, I would break sometime. Why weren't you thinking? You know how weak I am. I am sorry, I am just sorry.

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I am sorry, I'm so sorry. The sad part is that I don't know why I am sorry. But Luke I am giving you one more chance and that is the last straw. Since, you love baseball so much, I am going to make our relationship a game. You cheat one more time you are out. You used two strikes and three strikes you are out.

Since life is a game already. Why not make our relationship one?

Screw you, Ellaine