Mar.
I know something about you that noone else does. I know something that would make them all hate you, genuinely. You are filth. You know what I’m talking about. After learning what I know now, I can genuinely never look at you the same way again. You make me sick.
With all my loathing,
- Nicole
I always had a bad feeling about that guy, being so supportive of everyone unconditionally, there must be an ulterior motive!
His crude veneer fails to mask his true, despicable nature.
Indubitably so.
Dearest Nicole,
I seethe with each word I write to you. But also, with a touch of sadness. Pray, do tell, what have I done to so seemingly take your trust between the clutches of my fist, and snap it like a twig?
Does the love I harbour for you bear no fruit on this crisp eve, the stars, do you hear them cry out to you, as I am now?
And still, ever yours,
M.
Despicable Mar,
You know all too well what has taken my thoughts toward you and contorted them, as it has too contorted your character. My love for you was once as boundless as the full moon, crisp as the nighttime air on a longful Summer, ever-sure as the tides in their endless crash against the shore.
Like the tides, you have turned. I must too turn, against you. For your crime, there are no words. Hell will judge your sins.
May you repent before it is too late.
Mournful of that longful Summer, N.
Is this /srs or /j?
oh woops i forgot the only rule
