WARNING: Super angsty and sad. You have been warned.
Rose,
I
I lo
I can't
Can you imagine me, who never stops talking, unable to write something down? That's what you did to me, Rose. You fixed me and then broke me beyond any hope of healing. Why is it so hard, why is it SO DAMN HARD to write it down? I burn everytime I think of Bad Wolf Bay, of the words I will never
I hate everything. You wouldn't think it possible but it's true. I hate mannequins and gas masks and apple grass and drawing pencils and black holes. I HATE EVERYTH
No, that's not true. I don't hate everything. That would entail hating you, and I honestly just don't think that could ever happen.
Oh Rose, my fantastic human. You taught me so much, but in the end, the hardest lesson to learn was this: When hearts break, they don't just rip in half. Nothing so clean as that.
They shatter.
