Dear Chloe,
F**k you.
There’s no other way to put it.
You ruined my life.
You took everything from me.
You f**king broke my heart.
You don’t deserve this letter.
Hell, you don’t deserve the air I breathe.
That doesn’t matter now anyway because you’re gone.
You’re gone, but she’s here.
Did you do that on purpose?
Did you send her to that house, our house, to rub it in?
To remind me of the raw and fractured mess you left?
I bet you’re laughing. I know you are.
You wanted to take the knife and twist it one more time.
You wanted to make sure I forever remembered the gaping wound you left.
Well, as far as I’m concerned, you’re not only dead in the ground but you’re dead to me, too.
I’ll never breathe your name again.
I’ll never give you the satisfaction.
As for her…maybe I’ll make it my mission to ensure she suffers.
So you can look down from above, screaming for me to stop, but knowing there isn’t a single thing you can do to make me.
That’ll be my revenge.
I couldn’t do it to you, but I can do it to her.
You’ll regret sending her to me.
Enjoy the show.
Colt.