Eight

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Dear Ruel,

Today is the day.

The day I finally swallow those pills and leave.

This is the last letter I'm writing to you. When you get this, I'll be gone. I'll be resting peacefully, the way I've wanted since so long now.

Everything will change in your life after I leave. But don't sit around crying about me. Go ahead, tour the world, travel places you haven't been to, and most important, keep making music.

You will find someone for yourselves Ruel. Someone who will take care of you better than I ever did, someone who will love you more than I ever did, someone who will be there for you more than I ever did.

You deserve someone taking great care for you; someone to listen to you all the time. I am sorry I wasn't the perfect one for you, but to me, you were the most beautiful thing to happen. You deserve all the happiness you can get.

Don't worry about me, my love. We will meet in another life, I promise. And in that life, I won't ever leave your hand. I'll grasp onto you as if you're the only one keeping me alive.

With hugs and kisses,
Azalea

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