Darling Venom: A Broken Love Story

My darling Venom,

Let me preface this by saying, if you cry, I’m going to disown your ass all the way from Hell. Not that I believe in Hell. And not that I particularly believe you’ll cry. Just covering my bases here.

Here goes nothing.

Let it be known that this is not a suicide letter. It’s a letter that happens to be the last one I’ll ever write.

I’m telling you now not to blame yourself for anything that happened. In fact, you were the only reason I lasted these four years.

I’m not going to get into the whole why-I-did-this part.

Guilt is pain’s fuel, and it rekindles it every time the flame fades.

‘Don’t shrink yourself to help others grow.’

“Her future needed her, so she turned her back on her past.”

If scars tell stories, I have none. No bumps, valleys, or grooves. No blemishes to remind me of the damage I have caused. My skin is a liar. It is smooth. Unmarked. An empty canvas. One day, my sins will catch up to me, and when I die, it will be with a scar.

We already live together, though we’ve never made it official, and I think it’s time you make an honest man out of me.”

Turns out, life is a tragedy up close.

Without even trying, That Asshole will ruin the woman he loves.

You’re a real bastard for using your dead brother as an excuse not to love me.”

This will be the only time I admit I love my brother.