💔 “Shayla Writes Anthony One Final Letter — The One She Never Meant to Send”😱 See the Letter below👇

💔 “Shayla Writes Anthony One Final Letter — The One She Never Meant to Send”😱 

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Shayla’s Letter (Narration):

Anthony,

I don't know what made me open this box again. Maybe it's the silence. Maybe it’s because I saw your face on someone else today — and it didn’t hurt. Not in the way it used to. It was... numb. But I felt the ache in my chest later, and I knew I wasn’t done.

This is the letter I swore I’d never write. The one I told myself I didn’t need to. But here I am.

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(Suddenly, she imagines Anthony is in the room — not really there, but just like he used to be. The conversation begins in her mind.)

Shayla:
Why am I even doing this? You wouldn’t care. You wouldn’t read it, even if I sent it.

Anthony (imagined):
Try me.

Shayla:
You always say that. You said "try me" when I told you I was scared. You said "try me" and then you left when I actually did.

Anthony:
I didn’t leave because you opened up. I left because we were burning too fast. We would’ve destroyed each other.

Shayla:
Don’t romanticize it. Don’t turn us into some tragic poem you can quote at 2AM. We weren’t poetry. We were a storm. And you didn’t try to shelter me — you just watched me drown.

Anthony:
That’s not fair.

Shayla:
Neither was the way you stopped calling. Stopped showing up. You just… faded.

Anthony:
What was I supposed to do? Stay and fake it?

Shayla:
You could’ve stayed and fought. Or at least said goodbye.
God, do you even remember the last thing you said to me?

Anthony:
I said, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Shayla (quietly):
And you never did.

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Narration (as Shayla types):

I waited. For days. Weeks. I made excuses for you — maybe your phone broke. Maybe you got sick. Maybe you were scared.

But you weren’t any of those things.
You were just done.

And I hate how long it took me to be done too.

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Anthony:
So this is it? This is the goodbye letter?

Shayla:
No. This isn’t a goodbye letter. This is a closure letter. There’s a difference.

Anthony:
Explain it to me, then.

Shayla:
Goodbye is hoping you’ll turn around and say “wait.” Closure is realizing you won’t — and walking away anyway.

Anthony:
Did I really mean that much to you?

Shayla:
No.
You meant more.

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Narration (as Shayla continues):

I lost myself in loving you. I made you the sun, and then wondered why I was always burning.

I thought you were home.
But I finally understand that home shouldn’t hurt.

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Anthony:
You sound angry.

Shayla:
I was.
Now I’m just… done.

Anthony:
You’re really letting go?

Shayla:
I already did. This letter? This isn’t for you. It’s for me.
To remind myself that I survived it.
To remind myself that love doesn’t have to be cruel to be real.

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Final Narration (as Shayla types the last lines):

So no, Anthony. I’m not sending this.
You don’t get to have the final word.

I do.

— Shayla

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(She closes her laptop, exhales deeply, and finally… lets the candle burn out.)