Letter
Bells,
I stood on our cliff and told the world the truth—that I’ve loved you for longer than you’ll ever believe. And that none of this, us, was fake. Never for me. Not for one single second.
I hope someday you’ll know that I don’t care about the fallout. I don’t care if people laugh, or sneer, or turn it into a meme that lives on the internet forever. None of it matters if it means you finally understand that I was never playing pretend.
I need you, Ava. YOU. The real you. The messy, brilliant, stubborn, beautiful disaster who makes me want to be better just by standing in the same room.
I feel your pain in my own soul. But I told you that you don’t have to carry that weight alone anymore. We’ve both been broken, Bells. We’ve both been bruised by people who swore they loved us and then ripped our hearts out for their own reasons.
That will never be me. Ever.
I want to hold you, put my arms around you until the noise fades, until you believe, really fucking believe, that I’m yours, forever.
Together, we will survive this. We will rewrite the ending. We will reclaim the story Lena tried to steal and make it our own again. That’s what you are to me, Ava Bell—my story.
My beginning.
My middle
My every damn word ever written.
So come back to me. Or let me find you. Just… don’t close the book yet.
Because I swear to you—I’ll never stop reading us.
Love,
S