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"You said your mother only s m i l e s on her TV show;
You're only h a p p y when you're s o r r y, head is filled d o p e.

I hope you make it to the day you're twenty eight years old."

dear lacy,

i asked you if you were alright and where you were by text.

you answered back by saying,

"no, and why would you care? all i've ever done is put my insecurities on top of you."

that might be half true, lacy, but that doesn't mean i shouldn't care. we've been friends for about 5 months now, and when i first wrote these letters all you used to do was glance and look away quickly.

we had such a good relationship, so why did it go downhill lacy?

i love you. you probably think of me as a brother, and i guess i think of you as a sister?

i just don't like that it seems like you hate me right now. it doesn't seem fair. all i've ever been was loving and nice and caring.

was it really because i asked you about the bruise on your arm? and your abusive mother?

i can't take it back, lacy... i'm sorry...

is there anything i can do to make it up to you? please?

-luke xx

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