i visited you everyday, pleading for you to rouse from your unconscious state.
you did the day i left your side.
after that i remember walking into the hospital to find your mother signing a form hurriedly, before pushing it back to the man in a white coat before crying into her husbands chest.
she reminded me of you then, strong but still breakable.
but with that one hurried piece of writing i knew i wouldn't see you again.
now here i am.
writing to you, wishing i'd escaped.
i love you enda.
remember me.
wyatt
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
