Chapter 1

She writes him a letter.
Pouring herself out and knowing at the same time, he won't write back.
You can always hope, she says to herself. Her eyes scan the letter, the curves of
her loops, the detail in her words. And just like that, she threw it away.
It's for no one. There never was, and there will never be.
She then finds herself deep in thought, far away, in a made up memory she visits
only in times of discomfort.
There was no home. She had herself, maybe it's what she needed.
Or what she needed to believe.
~