A Final Love Letter from the Dark Chapter 1

I broke up with my boyfriend during the year he was at his absolute rock bottom.

A year later, he hit the big time. He became the nation’s biggest star and married a girl far prettier and more vibrant than I could ever be.

On a popular talk show, the host asked him if he had any regrets now that he had swept every major award at such a young age.

He tightened his arm around his new wife, Chloe’s, waist and looked directly into the camera:

"I just want to know... after dumping me, how is she doing now?"

The host paused, a look of hesitation crossing her face.

"She’s doing... not well at all."

A smirk finally spread across Silas's face.

"Good. Then I can rest easy."

"But," the host continued, "Ms. Quinn left behind a box of videotapes before she died."

The smile on Silas’s face froze.

Inside those tapes were the records of every single day and night I spent from the moment I left him until my final breath.

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"Before she died?"

Silas’s hand, resting on Chloe’s waist, twitched.

Then, he forced a dismissive laugh.

"Is this for the ratings? A bit dark for a talk show, don't you think?"

The host didn't smile. She simply shook her head.

The massive screen behind them flickered to life. My face appeared, filling the studio.

"Hey everyone! I’m Quinn. And today... I’m officially single!

"Huh? You’re asking if it hurts to kick a handsome, talented, pure-hearted boy to the curb?"

In the frame, a girl with a completely shaved head was busy picking out a wig from a stand.

She looked at the lens and laughed.

"It doesn't hurt. What would hurt is letting him see me looking like this. Haha!

"Hey! Why is the camera shaking? You’re ruining the shot!"

I reached out to steady the trembling hand of my best friend, Daisy.

Daisy’s voice came from behind the camera, thick with sobs.

"I don't want to film this... Quinn, I can't. I’m going to cry myself to death. Let’s stop."

"No way. You promised me, remember? You’re going to document every single day I have left."

"Can't I take it back?" Daisy whimpered.

"Nope!"

I pouted at the camera. "This is my grand finale. I can't trust anyone else with the cinematography."

Seeing her still crying, I grabbed the corner of her shirt and gave it a little tug.

"Come on, Daisy. You’re the only person I have left in this world."

The sobbing grew louder.

"Fine, fine... I’ll film it. Just stop talking like that..."