Hello, You’re probably wondering why I am even sending you this letter. And words can’t even describe what has happened. We haven’t spoken since, which was exactly 100 years ago, you’re probably wondering how I’m still alive.

But it doesn’t matter, what matter is that you should know how heart broken I am that every thing went down the way that it did. And yet here I am still in pain 100 years later, because I couldn’t ever fix myself after what you did. I couldn’t learn to trust people, because you hurt me. But I can tell you this much you never took my power. Because the lack of trust doesn’t stop me from being kind. It doesn’t stop me from loving people.

We were once connected, And for a long while, we couldn’t consider being separated. We slowly faded, we never resonated. But in the end all were gleeful.

I don’t trust you, I don’t trust you after you proved to me countless times I never meant a damn thing to you.

I don’t trust you, I don’t trust you after you kept me tightly gripped in your hand as I gave and gave and gave everything I could to be, what? An object, you constantly took from. And never let me make my own choices and breathe.

I don’t trust you, and I never trusted you, constant red flags in my face, and whispers in rooms when I was there, nothing but a fly kn the wall. Nothing but untrustworthy.

I don’t trust you.

That night, I didn’t think they were as made as they were when I answered the door. One wrong thing and all hell broke loose. I just cried and cried..until they were gone

We had been together for a year, and here I was freaking out because I missed my period. I didn’t tell Charlie anything about this because he was getting ready for the big promotion party and I needed to figure this one out on my own, or so I thought. The next day I get up early to go to the store I quickly buy a pregnancy text and run straight to the Walmart bathroom. After ten minutes of balling my eyes out, I gather myself and rush home. “He doesn’t need to know yet.” I tell myself. I start crying as I begin to panic. “What if he doesn’t want a child with me?” I think and think. I get home go straight to the shower and get ready for tonight, I come out and Charlie is sitting on our bed with my purse sitting next to him and the pregnancy test in his hand. He says softly, “You’re pregnant?” I answer back, “I was gonna tell you,” and I begin to ball my eyes, he rushes over to me and says “baby, why are you crying?” “I’m just scared you’re not gonna want this with me.” He grabs my rosy cheeks gently, and says “this is everything I’ve ever wanted and more.” He looks at me in awe for being so silly, and laughter begin to echo around the room.

When he looked at me for the first time. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, all I could feel was love deeply in my heart for him. He treated me as if I was the only thing that could ever bring him happiness. And with that he was content.

He once told me, “Every tear you shed sparks a fire in my chest.”

And when he said that, I felt like I’d give up everything just to be with him. Because I knew what he meant; this was his way of telling me, “I’m in love with you, and I’d do anything to take your pain away.”

Because he never knew what it felt like to constantly be in and out of hospital beds, never knowing if I would wait up to see him again.

All that glitter is not good. My mother would continue to remind me as my glam team would glam me up everyday before every single public appearance, show, acting scene. But her words of resentful wisdom fade out as I think about why I been doing this in the first place.

It had been a really really long time since I’d seen my family. Probably about 2,000 years later as the earthquake hit and this wasn’t just any earthquake, this one, shook the world. Causing chaos on the planet, like mass floods, continental drifts around the world. That’s how we got separated back in Argentina, in 2021

All those times, I’ve seen it.

All those times, I’ve heard it, would you have said those things about me if I wasn’t even a person, perhaps a dog?

But even if those things were true, I’d still be a fly on the wall to you.

Something was terribly wrong. I got the shivers as I spoke about what happened. Even the thought of his name, made me feel sick to my stomach. My brothers been chased by someone before, and if someone was following him that night why didn’t he tell someone? What was his mission to avoid this person? And where did my brother go..