Dear Rabbit
I left Dion, i left him and yet i know thing's are broken, and we are broken, without him maybe we can be better, without the pain and torment maybe we can be ok. Maybe we can finally clean away all the blood from your white furry paws. All the scars, the deep wounds soaking into our flesh.

Noone will ever understand us, even i don't understand us. We've closed a door that we can never reopen, and i will not pass through it anymore. I hope we can see past this moment, past the pain, even for one moment, one shiny bright moment. Dion is right, he needs what he does as much as i need a rabbit, and we don't need each other anymore, he doesnt need me and i certainly dont need him, perhaps i never did, and i certainly didnt want the pain. The gut wrenching torture that my brain will never let me forget, it makes me sick even now, remembering what the monster within him did to me, to us.

My dear sweet rabbit, we will never be parted, you are me, and i am you. We are together, forever and always.

from your dear friend
Alice