[ WP ] Write me something that ends with `` we 've had a hell of a run ''

She stares at the letter he handed her when he left that evening. He told her to read it when she had the time. She's too scared to open it. The envelope sits on her desk mocking her. 
 
 `` Open me,'' it cries in its pitiful yet pleading voice. 
 
 She reaches for the envelope but draws her hand back at the last second. Still too scared. 
 
 She gets up to pace her room but the exploding closet and towers of books makes it far too difficult. She tries to weave through the piles, but ends up knocking over a stack of Archie comics. 
 
 `` He was the first one to give me these,'' she thinks aloud. `` He told me about Archie and Jughead, Betty and Veronica, and the rest of the Gang. He made me love to read.'' But he did so much more than that. He showed her how to take pictures with film cameras, he introduced her to *Jeopardy! *, her favourite TV show, and he was dependable. Or at least he used to be. 
 
 Gone are the days that she can pick up the phone and call knowing he'll say the right thing. She can longer cry on his shoulder, after all, he's the source of her tears. With another swig of the bottle, he tore down everything they had. Her love and respect faded just like the memories of their happy times together. The version she once knew was gone. Even worse, it was never coming back. 
 
 With a shaking breath, she grabbed the envelope and tore it open. The tears started to flow before she could read the first sentence. Through the crying she read the pages over and over again. He was in AA. He wanted to make amends. He wanted to go back to the ways things were. He wanted her back in his life. 
 
 She wanted everything to be like it was before the drinking. But she did n't really know what that was. Ever since she had known him, the drinking came with it. It took her years to open her eyes and realize that he was only getting worse. The money he would borrow every once in a while started to become more frequent as did the promises to pay her back. He could n't hold a job. It was like everyone saw right through him except for her. She still held on to the faintest of hopes. 
 
 But like so many people in this world, she was wrong. 
 
 She cried until her supply of tears was exhausted. She screamed at the top of her lungs. She took a deep breath and made a decision. 
 
 She expertly ripped the letter into one inch squares and tossed the pieces into the waste bin. She even threw a match in for good measure. As she watched her father's final attempt at reaching out burn into ash, she thought to herself `` Dad, we've had a hell of a run.'' 
 
 Edit: I forgot to close a quote.
