The following piece of writing was given to me to give feedback and I used the complexity checker to help me decide this is B2 at least.
Hey Paul, The view from here looks great; I can see all the roads that we‘ve walked around, the park where we first shared our first kiss and that pink cafe where you proposed [to] me for marriage.
Thinking of our happy moments makes me want to change my decision of falling from this skyscraper.
The day I told you I was pregnant made us both proud parents and Jules became the love of our lives.
I thought everything was going to be perfect, but life is not a happy picnic.
Flash forward into our lives and you have changed, you ignored Jules who was sixteen.
When you came home, you and I would fight about everything.
I still have a scar on my right cheek when you pushed me to the closet after we fought about how you forgot our anniversary.
That scar still hurts me and makes me question if I wasn’t good enough for you.
On 16 May 2019, we received a call from Jules’ teacher who told us that Jules overdosed on drugs.
We both failed as parents and you blamed Jules’ death on me.
We played the ugly blame game and you just left with your things.
You never showed up and when you sent in those divorce papers, I had to painfully sign it.
A year passed by and I would wake up to face the living nightmares.
On 18 November 2020, my friend Peter told me that he saw you with a woman.
I couldn’t believe it and asked Peter to show me where he saw you and there you were, laughing and sharing happiness with your new family at the pink cafe.
Your face did not show the slightest [BIT] of remorse for what happened to Jules.
I didn’t want to believe what I saw and so I decided to ask the woman about your relationship with her over a cup of coffee.
I had to pretend like I was one of the new neighbors who wanted to be her friend. She proudly told me that she had been with you for more than six years and was four months pregnant.
You cheated on me and had been having an affair while we were married and this killed me.
I was angry and had the urge to ruin you.
So, this morning at 10 am I walked up to your new home and told your wife that I came to give her fresh apples.
As soon as she closed the door after letting me in, I quickly shot her.
Your new neighbors knocked on the door as they heard the gunshot and called the police.
Luckily I escaped from the back door and now here I am writing this letter to tell [you] that if [SUBJECT] can’t have a happy ending then neither can you.
All I ever wanted was a happy ending but you ruined it with your selfishness.
I hope you will wake up to your living nightmares and feel the pain I have felt in these last few years.
By now, you must have known about your wife‘s death and [a] few minutes later you will figure out that I killed her.
Yours truly Emily
*** Twenty minutes later***
Officer Banks enters
into Paul‘s home and sees Paul crying as he holds onto his wife’s lifeless body.
He hands out a letter to Paul and says, I know it’s hard to see your wife like this but your ex-wife wrote a letter for you before she committed suicide.
As Paul reads the letter; he already feels the nightmares crawling on him.