Her letter was barely a letter, more a note. Just five words.
I'd had rejection letters before, denying me placement in schools, denying me business loans, even another I don't want to date you letter, although that one had been pre-emptive, and passed in class, rather than left on the dresser.
But these five words, they hurt more than any of those. More than any other time I'd ever been rejected, this hurt.
I reread them, willing them to change.
But no, they stayed the same, the four words saying she was leaving me.
And one to name my brother.
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