Letter One

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Dear Dean,

Dove and I thought of you often
after Blake's death.

We looked for you in the streets.
Tried to get your parents to tell us where you'd gone.
All of our calls and texts
went unanswered.

You, just,
disappeared.

Dove was hurt but I was furious.

All I wanted was to find you and wrap you up in a blanket of security where not a drop of homophobia could touch you.

I failed Blake.
Looking back on things now,
I know that that's how I truly felt.
I was furious and hatred filled.
Sure.
But this was just a smoke screen for how I truly felt on the inside.

Like a failure.

I'd let Blake down.
I didn't do enough to help him.
I didn't do enough to let him know how much he was loved.
I should've done more for him.
I should've saved him.

Those were just a few of the things going through my head at the time.

Not once did I ever stop to think that you were thinking the same thing.

I lost a treasured friend.

But you...
You lost your one and only love.

Now that I'm older,
I understand now
why you ran away.
I understand why
you needed to leave.

Because I did the same.

You and I,
we were a lot more alike
than we used to think...

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