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Cope was a mean-ass, cold-hearted, lethal soldier Not a Casanova I had to figure so out, because his idea was a bust

As if he was currently reading ht now Take the blue envelope

Stupid bullshit It’s obviously not working, I replied, sitting on my kitchen counter with a soda

Do it was his response

Fucker I ht hate the bastard

I was positive I hated the bastard Control freak

Nan

My bowl of popcorn with hout sat in my lap, and season three, episode five, of Gossip Girl played onI was happy here Like this No daSet me He’d understand , and I set hed in frustration This had better be good if it was interrupting h the hole or glanced out theBut no, I was in a hurry to get rid of the person on the other side of the door So when I opened it and Major was standing there with a blue envelope in his hand, I wanted to scream in frustration

"What is with you and these dah to hunt me down in public? You have to co youme down Would that be helpful?"

I snatched the envelope fro him to respond But he didn’t He just turned and walked away Again

Damn him

I tore open the envelope and pulled out the sa to annoythatto find him still in earshot so I could yell curse words at hiht those quips were But he was already in his truck and pulling away

There were four envelopes now, and I tried not to look at theure out a place to hide them or possibly throw them away But I did neither I kept the them didn’t sit ith me They were my letters They didn’t saysoh about to write it down

I ht be done with Major Colt, but the letters were iiven me letters before No one had taken the tis aboutwas one of those things It was soined anyone would say to , and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, they struck a chord in me They made my walls crumble a little more with each note They made me feel less untouchable and more real