I opened the note with a curious glance in your direction. The first thing I saw as it unfolded were the two worst words I could have possibly seen:
Ice formed somewhere on the back of my neck and as the excruciating hour passed it gradually sunk lower and lower into my spine. I really didn't need to read the rest of it to know what had happened. I should have seen it coming honestly. I was stupid. For once in my life I didn't over analyze everything and it bit me square in the ass.
The letter, they had to have read it. I knew you never would have told them that fast. I never thought they'd be so disrespectful that they'd read your mail. Yet, even knowing what the note would say I had to read it. I craved your words; I had to know what you thought of me.
The revelation broke my heart, but what did me in was your face all through band. I nearly cried as I saw you bury your head in your hands. I couldn't tell if you were crying, but if you weren't I knew you were desper