Dear Evie,

It's September 4.

It's your birthday.

Eva Sofia Ferrera, you are now a year older. How does it feel like to be 22? 22! I bet at this point you are worrying about all the things you hoped to accomplish at this age but haven't. You my dear, find a reason to be happy everyday, even if it's something as simple as a sunset. But your spend your birthday's trying to hide how blue you feel. And if I'll ever give you some advice I hope you take, it's this: don't worry. Don't worry, Iv.

Don't worry about the things you haven't done. There is time. You'll graduate in six months. And spend the next summer holding on to the heat and volunteering at shelters as I've seen you do. You'll loose yourself in the pages of books. By the end of summer, Evie, you'll be someone new.

Evie, I wish you everything good and pure in the world. All the love. All the cake you can eat. Wish something and it'll come true.

Yours
John

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I've kept your favorite photo for too long. Here it is, Evie. Keep it safe until I see you next, yeah?

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Iv,

It's me, George. (I'm waving, by the way. But you can't tell.) I miss your silly face. Where are you? Really, Iv. Where are you? I miss your silly American accent. I miss you scolding me for eating 'fake' tacos.

Tacos are tacos, Iv. Food is food.

"But traditional tacos are made with tortillas, Georgie," says you. "Tacos made with taco shells are fuckery."

You might not have called me Georgie but you did use the word fuckery, which made John snicker. I know you'll come back from wherever you're hiding just to correct me on tacos, I can feel it. My plan will work. (You're welcome, John.)

Goodness, Evie. Taco talk aside, I do really miss you. I miss you pestering us over smoking. I miss you making John smile. I miss you. Because John didn't just lose you, we lost you too. And you always understood. You always listened. I miss your advice. Your deep, deep advice no one seemed to take.

Come back and I'll eat the 'proper' tacos. I'll take your advice. I'll give you more hugs than I ever did before. Come back, yea? And of course: happy birthday, Iv.

What are your favorite tacos again? Asad-something?

tacos, tacos, tacos

-g.h

P.S Save me a slice of cake.

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Evie,

Come back, will ya? We can throw a big party and John can finally smile again.

Oh and Happy 22nd!

A lot of love,
- Ringo

x x x

[ a/n: I'm highly curious as to how you guys think this still will end. Let me know your thoughts 😊😊 ]