Dear Kol
Dear Kol,
What can I say you? No, really, why am I writing this thing? You will probably mock me for writing you a letter. Well, I don’t care. You already make fun of me, so I don’t care.
I missed you while you where dead. Don’t believe me, I don’t care. I always loved you, you are my brother, and… Well, I missed you. God, this is pathetic. I know you are probably mad at me because I befriend Elena, who was the one who killed you. I know it, but we needed the same thing, the cure. I am sorry. I didn’t want to kill her until I had the cure. Why she is still alive, now that the cure is off the table, is a mystery even for me.
Maybe you will read this letter in one of your ‘I-Don’t-Believe-You’ moods, but you should believe me. I am sorry. For everything. Becuase I keep thinking that maybe I could have done something to stop you being killed and it tortures me, and I just…
I changed my mind, so I crossed everything I just wrote. Hopefully, you won’t be able to read it. I only wanted to say you that I don’t like the nickname ‘strumpet’. You can use it with Mother, but I don’t like it. Just call me Bekah if you really want to use a nickname. If not call me Rebekah. Yes? Thank you very much. Have a lovely day.
Oh, yes. I may or may not have burnt some of your things. Lately I discovered I love to burn things, and well, your’s where the closest I had. Don’t be mad at me.
Rebekah
