When you asked me to get help, I swore to you I had it under control.
I remember you benign so adamant on taking me to a therapist. You even said you'd help pay for it (I could never let you do that, you work at a laundromat, you're just as broke as I was.). It took me days to convince you I would be okay.
I really, genuinely, thought I could. I figure "If Chikara wants me to get better, I have to. I owe it to him.". And in the beginning, it worked! Your wide smile popped into my head everytime my thoughts began to turn into too much. Your pretty face appeared in my imagination every time my head got too muddled to handle. Not to mention, the stern-yet-caring voice that would scold me every time I even thought of giving up.
That voice is deafening as I write this.
I'm sorry for lying to you. I really just didn't want you to worry about me.
Handling it alone was better than having to burden even more people. I really didn't mean to let it go this far. I promise I tried. I tried really hard, for you Chiakra.
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lonely {c. ennoshita}
Fanfiction(tw!!: su¡c¡de) The following book is a letter. A letter to a could-have-been-lover. To a best friend. To the one person who made her feel less lonely. Sadly, one person just isn't enough.
