Abby and you had a really good relationship. You would watch movies and cuddle under the blankets while eating some popcorn in front of the fireplace.

Abby loved her father a lot. You knew it. She’d always talk about him. How amazing and understanding he is. Well… he was.

Your relationship with your father wasn’t that good though… He was alcoholic and abusive. Abby always helped you through it. Made you forget about it.

But then it all stopped and rolled down a hill. When Joel killed Abby’s father, Abby’s mind was filled with revenge, justifiably. However she stopped caring about you. She was rarely soft and sweet to you. You watched your favorite person change. You were so scared of her turning into someone you haven’t known.

Abby would there when you fought with your father, feeling lonely and desperate. You had no one but her. And now she was going as well. The desperation was like flames in your body. You knew if you can’t extinguish them, it’d lead to the end. Which you have never wanted.

As time flew, realization hit you like a brick. It was so obvious that Abby wasn’t interested in love anymore. She wasn’t in love with you but with revenge. Her eyes didn’t look caring anymore, they were burning with anger. No, rage. Resentment.

And here you were, sitting in your room alone after a fight with your father. He left home after it, went to a cheap bar to drink his ass off. You’d be with Abby usually after fights with him. But not this time. And probably never in the future.

You grabbed the pen in your hand tightly, tears rolling down your cheeks slowly. Eventually, started writing a letter to Abby. A farewell? Maybe.

’My Dear Abby, You never showed up, and now, after looking at the newspapers I understand why. I don't imagine you will receive this letter but I nonetheless must send it. Abby, oh, Abby. I was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams. I miss you, and I will always miss you but I cannot live like that, and it seems you cannot live any other way.

When I am with you, the world makes sense but when we are apart, I see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape. I am so sorry. There's a good woman within you, Abby but she is wrestling with a giant. And the giant, wins, time and again. You've broken my heart, again and I fear I have broken yours.

For that, I will never forgive myself but you must let me go now. I enclose a ring you gave me many years ago, when we were both young, not because I don't like it, but because I care for it far too much and it reminds me too much of you. I hope, one day you will find some people in love who can use this, for it kept me thinking of you all these years, and I hope by returning it to you I can finally be free. Goodbye. -{{user}}.’

It hurt to write like your feelings ended. They didn’t. Aren’t. Won’t.

After months, you were sitting in a small pub, drinking in your red dress. Thinking you have started a new life and opened a new page.

But then you saw her. Abby. She was at a table, reading a newspaper while smoking. She raised her head. Saw you. She didn’t look. She saw. You understood it somehow. You were still so good at reading her eyes.

Did she receive the letter? Does she hate you now? You didn’t know, just looked at her. Like you were trying to memorize everything about her.