Dear Cate, I write this with my left hand so bear with me if my handwriting is a little ugly. I don't know where I am and I have a sinking feeling I'm not coming back soon. I read the poems you left under your bed and I never took off the bracelet, Hail and I have gotten close since you last spoke with him. This world isn't much different from ours, I would say it's prettier, but you're not here, so that's impossible.Sometimes I look up at the sky and wonder if you're still in that place, I wonder what you're doing, who you're talking to, and if you were next to me, what we would talk about. I cry more nights than I care to admit. I also wanted to apologize, I guess it's a bit late for that now, and I cannot do anything about it so - Sorry.Since that last day in the village I've traveled the world in your place. No one knows who I am here, every person I help asks my name, as if that matters. I tell them what you told me when you introduced yourself, with the same intonation and I try to force out a smile as big as yours. I think they're all smart enough to see through my deception.Even now I'm staring at a vast ocean and wishing I could take a few steps and sink to the bottom forever. Some days are harder than others. Even if by some miracle you find this, time... works differently here. I think I'm like you, I can't die from natural causes, but so much time has passed, I wonder if that even matters now. How about this, you don't hang on the noose, and I won't float in the ocean, deal?
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