~Reo’s~

"I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I still want you to know the truth."

Reo whispers that out loud as he lowers the pen onto paper, watching the ink bleed into the soft cream of stationary he found inside the bottom drawer of his suite’s desk. Yes, he's back here. His fingers tremble as he writes, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. The words are finally crawling out of him, like thorns breaking through flesh.

Dear O’Neal,

I’ve spent nights pretending I knew what love looked like. But all I really knew was fear. The kind that shackles you. That makes you grab onto things too...