Dear Journal,
I can't go on like this anymore. I'm no use to myself or anyone else. I had high hopes for some semblance of a normal life, but I am not destined for one. I've had a good run—with the theatre, with Rory—but my journey is over. I know what I need to do. I've let down myself and everyone around me; I'm a complete failure at life.
I think I knew all along that I wouldn't make it out of this place. I will leave now. Rory will mourn for me when I'm gone but he is a survivor and he will go on without me. Eventually he will be a better person and I hope that, somehow, I was a good part of his life for a while. He gave me such strength but it is not enough anymore. I just hope he knows that I loved him with all my heart.
Goodbye,
Angel
THE END
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The Final Act
Short StoryA chance meeting at an audition brings Rory and Angel together and the magic between them on stage carries over into their personal lives. But Angel is keeping a dark secret which threatens to ruin her relationship with Rory. Will he find out and...
