May, Year One
CHICAGO
Sweetness,
My parents left me a lot of money and all their shit.
Well, everything except Stratos. Isn’t it really fucking funny that the thing I wanted to burn the world down for doesn’t matter at all to me?
Lakeland has it. He’s turning it into a company I don’t recognize, and even with him destroying my father’s legacy…I couldn’t give a shit.
I don’t care what he does with Stratos now, but then again, I don’t care about much these days.
Only you.
What’s the point of things if I don’t have you?
Things have been silent, which I want to be a good thing. I know it’s not—for many reasons.
The biggest one? I have nothing else to do but think about you.
Do crazy shit like drive by your apartment, your parents’ house, or hide around campus hoping for a sign of you.
This really is too fucking much.
I love you.
Storm