6/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

It's yuletide. I wonder what you are doing now, Glen? For all I know, everything that had happened here would be just the blink of an eye for you. That would be a bit sad, I think. It's been...three-quarters of a year since I've arrived here, and so much had happened -

I want to tell you everything.

I want to see your face crumple when I tell you I saw her in the flesh.

I want to see your despair when I tell you what your future is.

I want to see your frustration when I tell you of what I have done, and what I will do, to have the last laugh.

I want to see your anger when I tell you I do not belong to you any longer.

I want





This is stupid.
I don't think I'd remember this place. Maybe like - a fleeting dream. A nightmare? It would be, considering what I was when I was pulled here.

I don't want to leave.

But there's always, always the chance that I will. Like death in my sleep. Like snow falling. Is it snowing there? I bet it is. I want it to be snowing, you're beautiful when you smile against the winter sky, like the icicles in the sun.

I hate you very much, though.
But I see why you're like that, and there will always be a part of me that will come back, that will breathe your name just like she did. And then that part will stab you through the chest and twist it until the steel tears your heart. I want to see you cry. Because she will never ever ever ever come back you bastard hahahahahahaha