Zao
Five. Year. Winter

Dear Tiffany,
You`ve made me nauseous for the last time. Everything I`ve said to you, I will form into a spike (to drive through my throat). In order to stop my words this time I`ll put them in the ground along with my memories and my feelings. I`ll burn it down and walk away, let the fire warm my back. I wish that you would say you hate me, that would make it so much easier. Burn it down and walk away...
Love, Dnaiel.