dear clarke,
      i abhor you. no one else seems to.

dear clarke,
      let me clarify –
i hate you not because you killed all those people,
but because you left behind a boy whose love for you
was encompassed in the stars.
he was willing to move heaven and earth for you.
he stayed when you needed him.
i guess you weren’t willing to do the same.
(that’s why you left, wasn’t it?)

dear clarke,
      you left a broken boy
who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders;
he is not atlas –
he can never be. 
the cosmos are proving to be too much a burden to bear,
but he is trying, goddamnit.
he is trying.

dear clarke, 
      augustus had a sister, but she paled in comparison to you. 

      i am not enough for him anymore. he needs you.