Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran.
You're gone. It hasn't really settled with me yet that you've left. I haven't cried. And I refuse to. Where is the warning that I never received? I hope that the private jet is nice. It's big, luxurious, and silent. It bites through the air with speed and agility. It matches your shitty excuse for a personality. But really, Takashi, the thing that makes me hate you the most is that I don't. I don't hate you, even though every whisper inside of my messed up mind is telling me too. You're too kind. So, at least do this for me. Say you hate me. Say that this is your fault. Say that your eyes don't ever want to see the sight of me. Say that you love me and let me lie to myself that I don't love you. Let me feel as though I'm above you and that our memories aren't real. Thank you, Takashi.
A.N.
I hope you guys like this first letter. I mainly started this story (if that's what you want to call it) as a way for me to cure my writer's block. I'm having a really intense one right now and needed a way to get over it without publishing a crappy chapter on one of my other stories. I'm probably not going to update this often, if I do at all. If you want to see my other stories that I update regularly just head to my profile. I already have another MorixOC going on that I'm currently writing and it's an actual story. Thanks for reading. Review, Follow, Favorite :0
~ Luna Restings
