Dear Geography,

I honestly didn't mean to kill you. No, you were supposed to be spared. You were a good man and didn't deserve what I did to you. There are so many things that I want to say with so little time, but I'll try my best.

When you showed up at Science's place, I panicked. You tried to calm me down, but I threw that knife at you. The look of shock on your face as the knife pierced your stomach sent a hard blow to my heart. It physically hurts to think about that night.

I went hysterical. I was kneeling beside you, crying my heart out. And even though you were dying, literally bleeding out on the floor, you comforted me, telling me that everything was going to be okay. You called Onyx immediately before calling your fianceé to tell her how much you loved her. The knife pierced your stomach and you only had fifteen minutes left at most. But those were the best and worst fifteen minutes of my life.

As we waited for Onyx to arrive, you told me how you had proposed to your girlfriend and that we were all invited to the wedding even though it was no longer going to take place. I took that from you the moment I let go of that blade. You assured me that it wasn't my fault and that you forgave me. Why did you have to be so understanding? Why couldn't you just have hated and cursed me?

Onyx arrived a few minutes later, out of breath from running and the first thing you did was to start inquiring about all of us before giving him relationship advice! God, not even death could stop you from looking out for us. It was a bittersweet moment, full of laughter and tears.

When you took your last breath, I was inconsolable. Onyx covered up our tracks before he forced me to leave the apartment. I didn't want to leave your body there, lying in a pool of blood, but I had to. I feel bad for what he had to put up with those few weeks, but he kept assuring me that it was fine and he didn't mind at all. Instead, it pained him to see me like that.

How could I forget that that was the night you were supposed to pick Science up to go to School's house for your family dinner? Ruby hacked into Science's phone and last minute informed me about the arrangement. Onyx told me to put Science's killing off to the next day, but I didn't listen, insisting that I would be quick.

It was my fault. I didn't think you would come pick her up so early. I should've listened to Onyx. You have no idea how much I regret it. If I could turn back time, the only thing I would change would be making sure that you lived. Thinking back, there were so many other ways I could've reacted, so many other things that I could've done to make sure that you lived to see your bride again.

You were the only teacher that I genuinely liked. The only one that everyone liked. Scratch that. You were our favourite, You put in the effort to make your lessons interesting and took the initiative to care for our wellbeing, constantly inquiring how we were when you saw us in the corridor. You were also the only one who stood up to School for us, fighting with her constantly about the way she was treating us.

You kept your promises even if that affected your relationship with School. You fought for our rights and our well-being. You went out of your way to make it a better place for us, taking us out on learning journeys even though it had absolutely nothing to do with your lesson, giving us gifts during the holidays and much more. It was you that brought about a big change in our lives.

I still remember that lesson before our first mid-year exam. We were all so nervous. Your siblings had been scaring us, saying that the papers would be difficult and that if we failed, we would have to go for extra classes during the June holidays. When you heard, you said that you would make your papers easy. I thought you were joking. We all did. But when you gave out your papers, we were surprised that you stayed true to your word. That was when we knew that you could be trusted.

You treated us not like your students, but like your friends. You confided in us, just as we did with you, asking us for advice and stuff. Unlike with Maths, we were willing to help you in every way possible. I remember this one time when you needed help with your girlfriend. She had been based in Australia for work for almost a year and she was finally coming back for good. You wanted to take her out on a romantic date to properly welcome her back.

We suggested all sorts of ridiculous places, do you remember? The toilet, the sewers, the ice cream stand and the classroom are just some of them. Oh, we also suggested pretending that the classroom was a restaurant. We were going to decorate it with rose petals and candles. Some of us would dress as waiters and waitresses and serve you two your dinner while the rest of us would cook the food. The menu was going to be some wine from one of our father's wine boxes, steak, mashed potatoes, truffle shoestring fries and chocolate cake.

We even offered to stalk you guys and take loads of pictures. You laughed with us at the absurdity of it all, saying that if we cooked for you two, you would probably end up having food poisoning the next day. We couldn't really argue with that. First of all, we didn't even know how to cook properly yet. The steak would probably be overcooked and the chocolate cake a brown mess. Let's not talk about the potatoes and fries.

You finally chose to take her to a real fancy restaurant. And we really did stalk you. We printed out the pictures and sent them to your house in a sealed envelope. I miss your lessons. And you.

You were the light guiding us through that dark, dark tunnel. You lit our path, helping us through the rough patches. Your light kept us warm during those cold times and allowed us to find those little pockets of golden happiness that we would've missed in the dark. Without you, I'm not sure what would've happened. A massacre probably. Then we would all be in jail.

Do you remember that group photo we took at our graduation? Guess what? We had it printed and framed. It's currently hanging above our fireplace where we can always remember you. After you died, we made it into a memorial of sorts for you. We gathered all our letters and put them in a box, placing it beneath that picture. Every night, we would gather in front of the fireplace and take out one letter to read. And damn did we write a lot of letters.

We attended your funeral, you know, and begged School to let us give a speech about you. In the end, she relented when she realised what a scene she was making at your funeral, but only one of us could go. Onyx went, of course. God, his speech! I don't know how he came up with all that on the spot, but he did and it moved everyone to tears. Even School was crying.

Do you know that we visit your grave almost daily? Even in death, we continue to confide in you, sharing our burdens and just letting it all out. Sometimes when I sit by your headstone, I can almost feel your presence there. Warm. Inviting. Comforting.

Your fianceé committed suicide on the day your wedding was supposed to take place. She called me right before she took her life. I tried to persuade her not to, confessing that I was the one that killed you. She said that she knew, but she had heard how remorseful I was during your last phone call and had forgiven me a long time ago. She said that it was better that way as she would see you again and the two of you would be reunited in the afterlife.

There is so much more that I want to say, but it is impossible to put everything down in words. Well, I hope that the two of you are happy wherever you are now. And I am so so sorry.

With lots of regrets and love,
Amethyst