Letter Seven

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Dear Blake,

I cursed your name.

I cursed your entire existence and your smile and your dreams of chemistry and your dimples and your football and your EVERYTHING that was you.

How could you?!

How could you leave me before graduation?!
How could you abandon me after all we'd been through?!
How could you leave me right when you'd given me the courage to free Stella?!
How could you leave me right when all of our hard work was about to pay off?!

How could you?!

We could've gotten out of this town together!
We could've left and been free together!
We could've figured things out!
We could've fixed things with Phoebe and your parents!
We could've saved Dove from going to that dark place!

How could you have been so selfish?!
How could you have left us all with this pain?!
How could you have been so stupid to think that killing yourself would solve anything?!

You stupid son of a bitch.

You don't deserve the tears that I shed at your grave.
You don't deserve the tears that I'm crying now.
You don't deserve the gaping hole you left in dozens of lives.
You don't deserve to be missed.

You stupid son of a bitch.

I hate you.

You were:
B) THE ONE WHO FAILED ME.

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