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Letter to Dorcas fucking Falk
[ This letter is written on the blank invitation Evan received, wrapped inside a British flag. After writing it, Evan then burns said invitation, and shoves the flag into his closet. ]



Dear Dorcas

No. There is no "dear," there is no playing nice. What in the hell do you think you're doing? For the fucking record, I haven't even talked to you in over a year and you know what? I'm perfectly fine with that. Did you think I was going to sit on my ass and pine after you for the rest of my life? Hell no. Just because I'm not seeing anyone else at the moment doesn't mean that I spend every night crying into my beer and wondering what might have been. And I'm sure as fuck not any closer to packing up my shit and moving to England for you, either. It was a shitty idea then and it's a shitty idea now.

Is that what you want, me to come out there? If that's the case then just fucking GROW A PAIR and ask me. My number hasn't changed either and I would really enjoy the chance to tear you ten new assholes, I'm just saying. Enough with the fucking flowers - Erika's all over that shit, btw, I wonder if I should feel bad for you or not - and the blank invitation and what the hell is with the flag? I'm not Sherlock Holmes or one of the kids from Scooby Doo. I'm not playing mind games, okay? I don't give a shit. I'm done.

My sisters were right about you, by the way. You're selfish and arrogant and the only thing you ever gave a shit about was your ghosts. As if I wasn't special enough because my heart was still beating and I couldn't see them too. Did you even care about the fact that, when you wanted me to move to London with you, I would be leaving everything I ever knew behind? It felt like I was Uncle Fester in Addams Family Values, marrying that psycho bitch killer and being told he could never see his family again. See? YOU'RE MAKING ME COMPARE MYSELF TO CHRISTOPHER FUCKING LLOYD, FUCK YOU AND GO DIE IN A FIRE.

A relationship is supposed to be a compromise. Both sides working together to meet a common goal. I know this is big news for you, you might want to put on your big girl panties for this. You never did that, Dorcas. Ever. It was all about you, without a single thought about what I wanted. At the time, I thought I wanted you. But I've grown up a lot since then and you know what? I don't need to change who I am to suit some stuck up bitch's standards. So I'm not a psychic and I can't see ghosts like you can. I'm Evan fucking Forsythe and I am more awesome than you can ever be.

And for the record? I am never going to England. EVER. Just to ensure that I never run into you. Fuck you and the ghost horse you rode in on -


- Evan