Open Letter #1 (A Flash Fiction)

I hope you’re reading this.

I want to tell you what happened right after you abruptly left me when I didn’t say it back. I went to the nearest bar, my clothes were drenched from the rain, and ordered the strongest tequila they have. The bartender asked me, “how many?” and I replied, “one more shot after I can’t stand anymore.” Someone sat beside me and offered me to take a drag of her weed; I did—lovingly. I felt easy after several drags until I felt hot and took her to our apartment. I fucked her senseless and thought about you. Before I came, I called for your name. I forced her out of our apartment, not waiting if she was dressed already—then, I went to our bed and stayed up all night, staring at the ceiling. When the morning came, I slept.

If you’re reading this, I just want you to know I have taken your soul with me; if you’re reading this, just know that I died feeling satisfied that, at least, I met you.


Thank you for reading this story. I hope you’ll read a lot from me. If you ever feel the need to give me some writing advice, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

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