
Maybe I can't.
I guess, Twilight, this is my apology. My final words in a letter, written from the heart. I just want to be free.
Although corny, no words can describe you and what you have done for our your friends. And to me. Especially to me.
But I only need a few words to describe myself.
Destructive, manipulative and useless.
This is a letter-style, first person fic. It is a suicide letter with self-degrading paragraphs, to be clear. Do not read if you are not in the right headspace or comfortable with the topic.

1187 words: Estimated 6 minutes to read
1 Chapter:
- Yours beyond death, Twilight. 2024-07-24 20:22:43 UTC1187