Ryland
I woke to the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes and saw a mug and food on the bedside unit and the letter from Gracie sitting next to it. I checked my phone first to see if she had replied, but nothing. I grabbed the letter and ripped it open.
Ryland,
I need you to know one thing before you read this. I love you, that hasn’t changed, and it never will.
I am sorry it has come to this, but I can’t take any more of this. I can’t take the hurt that comes with you pushing me away. I hate that you won’t talk to me or let me help you. I understand that you are breaking right now, but it is too much. I told myself it would get better, you would get better, but with each passing day, you seem to get worse, you seem to get further away from me.