dear y/n,

you never came. i hope you come today. if not, and you're reading this, i love you.

i am dying.

i will die today. i am sure of it.

many people have visited me: my parents, my friends, my girlfriend. but nobody was you.

our last moment together does not define our friendship. our memories and years of friendship do. no matter where i am, no matter how long it's been, i can say that i am happy to be your best friend.

don't miss me too much. i'll miss you, too, but there will always be another time that we meet. even if it takes a hundred years, i'll wait for you.

please don't feel guilty. none of this was your fault. yes, we fought, yes, you gave me the keys and told me to die, but it is not your fault.

so mourn for me properly and move on. you are still breathing; your heart is still beating. you are alive, and since you are, i am, too, in my own way.

so live. and breath.

rest easy.

loving you forever,

mark

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y/n takes a shaky breath. she thought she was done with crying, but she may be wrong. she lets out a small laugh. oh, she's not going to be done for a while.

it was everything she needed to hear—or, read.

she leans back against the wall and sighs.

she is alive once again.