❝ 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 heard you
Sometimes if I sit real still at night, the shadows whisper to me, hissing the cruelest phrases to my dead heart. Knowing that you won't ever come back hurts even more.
Silence turns into panic, and panic turns into regretting every word I said, everything I've done. And rightfully so.
Once upon a time, we lived in a fairytale of endless ever afters. Once upon a time, you were my friend, not the ghost under my bed. Yes, I deserve this pain a thousand times over for the destruction I caused. After all, it was my fault, my fault, my fault.
We're all monsters deep down inside—how long have they been screaming in our heads?
The problem is that I can't help but believe every word they say.
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