I wrote a letter. It was long. It was for Leo. I remember it all so vividly, and he couldn't even begin to care or understand what we'd been through, so I wrote him a "prompt", so I never had to explain anything like this to him ever again. It went like this:

Dear Leo,

Hey, mate. This is weird for you to read, but even weirder for me to write. I wanted you to know everything. The truth, and the past, and all that's happened to us.

So, we met when you were about 8 and I was 6 or 7. We both swam, and we were both social outcasts. It was odd, but we didn't care. Nothing separates us. When you were around 3, your mum died. She was amazing, or so your dad said...

My dad left my mum when I was born, because he didn't want to be a dad. Kinda pathetic, but we got along without him just fine. Me and you were best friends, meaning that your dad (Papa) and my mum (Mum) spent a lot of time together. They were great friends, and then after a few years, they started dating. They got married a few weeks after they started dating. The marriage was small; only the four of us were there. You were 9 or 10, and I was 8.

We lived "happily ever after" until I was 10. You were 11, and Mum and Papa began fighting. It was always about you, because Mum apparently didn't want you. She got drunk frequently, and never really got along with you. One time, we listened in on their argument. It was around a month until my 11th birthday, and it was all ruined. They decided to give you away.

It was because, apparently, Papa was forced to take care of you, Mum didn't want you, you didn't fit into the family (you did, but it was a sorry excuse), and because you were too good at swimming. Mum said that I was discouraged and that in a few years it'd cause me depression and more pain than I could handle. It was all trash to get you out, but it convinced Papa. The next morning, you left, without a chance to even say goodbye to me.

17 days later, they got divorced. Papa left for somewhere exotic, and Mum looked after me.

Last year, we both got into the Olympics. You won everything you entered, whereas I only returned with a bronze medal. Mum obviously remembered you as her step-son. She immediately called me to tell me that you were her only child, and that I should never talk to her again.

This year, I found you again. You didn't remember, and I didn't know why. It was like old times, and I liked it. Then, you kissed me, and I pushed you away, because it was wrong. I know that I keep on pushing you away, but I feel like that it's the best solution until you understand and remember everything that happened.

Sorry to tell you like this, but I think it's kinda cool. When you read it, future me will be there too, so calm down, amigo. Get a cup of coffee for you (no milk and one sugar) and a cuppa for me (milk and three sugars) (I know, I'm ridiculous).

Chill, and let it sink in.

-Cath x

Alex entered our room, and I signed of the letter. I folded it quickly, and I hid it in my bedside drawer. Alex was clearly mad about something, but I didn't know why or what about.

He walked over to be, and slapped me. My face stung, and he slapped my until I was so red it looked like I'd been in a paint fight.

I cried myself to sleep that night, but I knew it was irrational.

He loved me. He did it for my own good. He didn't hate me, and he knew that everything bad in our relationship were only ever little blips or little "spanners in the works".

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

A/N:

Helllooooo y'all! Hope you guys are good and stuff! If you want me to, then I can do like a character q&a but I don't think that my story is popular enough/fits that sort of "mood" so eh maybe.

Idk anymore 😂

Anyways hope you like the story and you keep on reading it and that you don't bail on me cuz I feel like it keeps getting better (I hope).

See y'all in the next chapter!

-em xoxo