letter no. ten

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May 3, 1930

Dear Luke

I can't. I don't want to. Please Luke. Don't. 

Please don't, I'm begging you.

I miss you too but I can't go back to you. You will keep toying with my heart and it hurts already. I had enough. Go marry Dolores and forget about me. Go off and experience bliss. I am going to be here for the rest of my life and I will die in here. This place is my home now. 

Dr. Stump told me to stop being in denial. So, I am. He told me to let go that hurts the most. And that is you. So, Luke we are no longer together. I give you the blessing to marry Dolores. I am just one of those crazy girls. I didn't want to be one. But I guess it is too late, I am in a fucking asylum. 

Love, Elliane

p.s. I'm still into you.

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