All the letters in the world won't change things for the better. Not when every time he writes down what he couldn't possibly speak out loud, nothing comes of it but a written response. They never really talk, not the way they used to, and in fact, that's the way it should be. He crossed a line all those months ago. It's only fair that he pay for ( Read more... )

Dear Mila,

( Cut for surprisingly frank, emo-wangst-tastic ramblings )

By the time he returns to the apartment after lunch, his face is flushed, his heart is beating an uneven staccato rhythm against the top of his head. He can feel his heart beating in his throat, and he can't quite breathe, because the entire world is spinning out of control. He locks the door, then unlocks it and locks it again, just to make sure; ( Read more... )

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