Dear Chloe and Rachel
Neither of you are ever going to see this letter. I just need to get it out. Out into the universe. I left you a different one. It’s not anything either of you did.
God, that’s not much better than It’s not you, it's me but what else can I tell you? What else would you believe, that wouldn’t have you calling for help because Max clearly lost it?
I wonder how it will feel to you. You especially, Chloe, to have me walk out of your life a second time. How the two of you will feel when you get back and I’m gone and all my stuff is still there its not really my stuff though is it
I’m sorry. I can’t stay, it’s not my life. I don’t deserve to live it.
I don’t know why I marked that out.
I don’t know why I’m doing any of this.
I had to do it. Had to murder her, the other me, the one whose life I’ve stolen. Had no choice. Couldn’t leave you dead.
I don’t know where I’m going. Not back to Seattle. I have even less of a life waiting for me there then I do here. Maybe I’ll just travel a bit. Maybe I’ll find a cliff-
God I hope Kate’s alive. I’ll need to find that out
I love you Chloe. Rachel, I don’t know you, not really, though I feel like I do and wish I’d had the chance. But I can’t stay here. Can’t live a lie, living a life that isn’t mine and that I don’t deserve. And I’m sorry again that I destroyed the life that did.
I’m going to rewind writing this now
Goodbye