The Fiftieth Letter

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Dear Jake Gregory,

I'm tired. So, so tired. And I can barely write straight. In fact, Ella is sorta helping me keep the pencil lines in order. But....I need to say. It's gonna be hell without you with me in heaven. Living hell. No, sorry. It would be dead hell, because I'm not living....get it? Lol. Never mind, that wasn't even funny. But I'll miss you so, so, so much. And I'm glad I'm dying...you know why? If they tried to heal me, I would be going through more pain. And the healing isn't guaranteed. I could be dead the minute I have surgery. But I can feel it in my bones....I'll probably be dead by morning. Or tonight. So, I've gotta say....I miss you. And...I never thought I'd say these words, but...I love you. I really, really love you. And I'll love you forever and ever and ever. So I suggest you forget about me and let me go, just like Rose did with Jack. She slowly let go of him, and he sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. I mean, technically I won't be in the ocean, just let me go in my hospital bed. Lol. BUT! Tell Mom I want my ashes scattered over the Titanic wreck site. That would be lit. Now, back to being serious....I love you, Jake Gregory. And I always will. I'm getting tired. My eyes are closing. I can't write anymore. Well, Ella will sign my name............. My eyes closed.

I love you,

Kennedy Marie Harrison

The End



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That's it, guys. It's over 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 BUT!! There will be a prologue. Maybe I'll post it tonight or tomorrow....until then ☺️

-Tera

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