❝ perhaps the ocean had been calling her name all these lonely years
-- the electric power, the drowning fear --
nothing more beautiful kissed the shoreline than her shades of blue.❞
in which letters are sent between two graduates, but one will ne...
to: yulissawong@gmail.com from: alexis.inoke@gmail.com
subject: i wanted you
I'm tired.
I've been repeating the same monotonous routine for weeks: wake up, brush my hair, walk to college, take my exams. When I come back to the dorms, I check my grades, weight, and rankings with a sigh and wonder why I'm not good enough. My own reflection even jeers back at me.
Still, I keep my happy-go-lucky mask on around my friends because I don't want them to feel the same way I do. Maybe I'm just scared of the hate, the pity, the regret, the despair.
Today was a bad day. I couldn't take it anymore.
A message back would mean more than the 10 missed calls and 100 unread texts on my phone.
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