to evangeline,
earlier mom looked at me and asked, "who are you?". i felt... empty. i said to her, "mom, i'm your son, hayden." she looked so confused. recognition then filled her eyes and she said, "oh hayden. when did you get home from school?". i didn't know what to say. i just cried and she kept on asking me what was wrong. today is sunday. I wouldn't be at school. her doctor says that she'll soon lose her memory for good. that'll kill me, angel. how can i live when my mother doesn't know who i am? she's not going to know that she had a son or a husband and it's going to break me more than i'm already broken.
my dad still doesn't give a shit about anything. he still hurts me and he can't even look at mom. why is he like this? why does he treat me so horribly? i've been nothing but a good son and he still doesn't acknowledge that! i get good grades -- the best since i top all of my classes -- and i don't involve myself with the wrong company, but he just doesn't care. he doesn't acknowledge me unless he's trying to put me down or he's trying to hurt me in the worst possible ways. i'm tired, angel. tired of life and just tired in general.
love,
hayden.
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Letters To You
Short Storywhere a boy writes letters to his ex girlfriend in hopes of getting the courage to send them to her one day. ♡ Start: 14/05/20 End: 7/09/20
