Okay, so I did this story for Posk123's challenge- to write a letter from Eight to Marina after his death. I hope you like this and please review! Especially you Posk123!
-Marina
Nine, Six and I begin to pack the car for the long journey to find the others. Again.
I look down at my feet to see the only thing I have left to load into the car, Eight's backpack.
I glare down at the thing as if it personally killed him. But no, that was apparently Five's job.
As I blink away tears I lift the heavy back pack up. What the hell is in this bag? Rocks? I smile to myself imagining Eight collecting massive rocks when he was in India.
I'm snapped out of my train of thought when the bottom of the backpack spits open and its entire contents spill onto the ground. I groan as I bend to pick up everything, that's when a flash of white from underneath an actual rock I (so I was right?) catches my eye. I pick it up and find myself looking at an envelope with my name written on the front in Eight's messy script.
My breath catches in my throat when I open it and see that it is a letter.
About 2 weeks ago I was sitting on the roof with Six discussing death, (I know, very cheerful topic right?) and Six was saying that what she is most scared of is dying without getting the chance so say goodbye.
So being the awesomely intelligent guy that I am, I had the idea to write a letter that, if we should die suddenly (which is most likely), could be easily found by everyone else. So this is my letter. And I absolutely forbid anyone but Marina to read beyond this point.
To my dear Marina,
I'll start of nice and simple. I love you.
Ever since the first time I saw you I knew that you were and would be the most beautiful person that I ever had the pleasure of meeting (no offence Nine, your beautiful too).
And then the first time I heard you laugh I knew that I had just fallen down the big stinky hole of love. And I couldn't have been happier, or luckier.
Every time that you smiled my heart melted in my chest, every time we touched you had my had pulse going 100m/ph. Then when you found my long lost chest I finally had a valid reason to kiss you (sort of). That was the first time I died.
Ever since that moment I have loved every minute that I've spent with you, and I wouldn't swap that time for anything, not even Lorien.
But that's why I'm finding this letter harder and harder to write. Because if you're reading this it means that I'm dead. And I really just want to apologize for that. I hope that I died in a way that seems valiant and brave. I also hope that I was looking into your eyes in my last moment.
I wish that we could have had more time together. That we could take more walks in the park and eat more horrible hotdogs (I still think they're not food). I wish that we could sit down and watch one more sun set together. But we can't.
I will only ever ask one thing of you, Marina. And that is that you always remember me and the memories that we've shared. I don't want our love to die when I do. If there is a way, (and I will find it) that I can love you in the afterlife, then I already am.
Whenever you're feeling sad, scared, angry, upset or anything else, just look up in the sky (yes, even if it's day time) and I promise that I will help you through it no matter where I end up.
I love you with all my heart, Marina, and don't worry because I know you feel the same.
Goodbye.
Forever yours,
Eight.
P.S. you can tell the other that they're pretty cool too.
When I finish the letter tears are running down my cheeks and on to the paper.
"Marina, you ready to go?" Six comes around to front of the car, she looks at the envelope in my hands and a sad smile finds its way onto her lips. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out something shiny and places it in my hand. "He gave it to me that night on the roof." With that she hops in the driver's seat.
When I open my hand I'm greeted with the sight of Eight's pendant. I hold both the letter and his necklace to my chest as I open my car door.
Just before I step in I look up at the sky.
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