March, Year One
CHICAGO
Sorry for stopping my letter to you so abruptly, Sweetness. I just…
Anyway. Riale broke into my apartment today and told me to get my shit together.
He made me take a shower, which I hate him for, because it meant washing the last of you off my body.
God, I’m sick. So sick over this. So sick over what I had to do to protect you.
I had to let you go, Shae. It’s the only way I can see you live.
I’m a bastard, I know I am, and I know you’ll never forgive me for how I’ve hurt you.
I hope you never do, because being with you, dragging you into my mess…it’s a death sentence for you.
I know that now.
I’m weak, but I’ll get stronger. I’ll end him, and everything he stands for. I’ll destroy everything he is, everything he has.
I’ll make this torture mean something.
I love you forever,
Storm