i promised i'd write you 100 letters, and i did. i took my time as i thought we had the lifetime together. but onto the 36th letter, you ended things with me. from that point on, i did not only stop writing for you, i also stopped writing for me. i lost my muse and with it, my voice. only years later when i was finally able to write again without my hands trembling, did you realize that it took all of me not to begin each line with the same question that had been haunting me, "why? why did you leave me?" did you even know? my inner demons were nothing compared to the ghost you left behind.
by the way, i have gotten my voice back and now i mostly write about my healing journey, but some nights — like tonight i still find myself writing about you. i have a password-locked folder where i keep all my unsent letters for you. just 12 more....12 more letters until our story (at least from my pov) comes to a close.
100 Letters - Halsey / Little Boy - Ashnikko / Lie - Halsey / Dog Days - Ethel Cain / Not the Doctor - Alanis Morissette / Girls Can’t Play Guitar - BONES UK / Luci - ZAND / The Fruits - Paris Paloma
So I finally got around to listening to the Webster Hall performance audio and like I didn’t realise that I needed Halsey to yell “Well I don’t let him touch me anymore!” in my face, but yeah, I needed them to.