Like my soul had known yours forever. Like we were echoes of lovers from another life.
It sounds insane, right?
The connection I felt—to all of you—defied logic. But I’ve never been one for logic. Nor am I normal.
I read enough books to know how stories like this go.
But maybe I let myself believe in the fantasy.
That it could be real.
That you’d come back.
Instead, you broke me.
At first, it was in the most beautiful way.
But when I woke up and you weren’t there… it was the cruelest kind of destruction.
I want to hate you.
God, I wish I could.
But I can’t. Because the truth is, I let myself fall. I let myself believe.
And somewhere deep down, a part of me thought you left to take your place—your legacy. That you’d come back for me once the dust settled.
But you didn’t. And I have to live with that.
I’ve been out of the coma for three weeks now.
And every single day, I’ve thought about writing this letter.
Even if I never send it, I needed to get out how it felt—howyoumade me feel.
So, I hope, you are getting everything you wanted.
The worst part is… I would’ve done anything for you.
All of you.
You just had to ask.
I turn twenty-four in a week.
And the people I want to celebrate with most… are now just ghosts haunting my memories.
Sincerely,
Selene
My hands shake as I read it again. And again.
She’s alive.
She’s fucking alive.
I grab my phone and call Dario. He picks up on the third ring.
