the book shop > j.l < MID EDIT

fifteen

penelope
penelope gave john a box of books that needed to be shelved and quickly sat down where john was previously sitting. still holding onto the letter she flipped it over and carefully opened it not wanting to rip it unintentionally.

pulling out a folded up piece of paper, she took a deep breath before opening it.

my dearest penny, my beautiful daughter. oh how sorry i am for putting you through all of this. there's just no way i can continue being the way that i am. you are my reason for living and breathing every single day, but im only bringing you down sweetheart. it's better this way. you're only fourteen right now and you worry about me more than any child should worry about anything. i can't have you live your life like this. i'm writing this letter for you to open in four years time, hopefully you're happy. or as happy as you can be, pursuing your dreams i should hope. you are destined for great things my sweet angel, don't let anybody tell you any differently. i'm so sorry for how selfish i am being, but i have your best interest at heart, and by no means does that mean i'm blaming you. i could never. this is entirely my own fault. but less of the morbid thoughts, yes? i should hope in the fourteen years that i've raised you, i've taught you to be kind and considerate but also determined and independent, don't rely on anyone. but also don't close yourself off. there is a great man or woman awaiting you out in the wide world, and they'll fall in love with every inch of you, they'd be crazy not to. now i don't want you to be sad about me not being with you anymore, i want you to be happy from the fantastic memories we made and the brilliant life you have ahead of you.