Thanks to jnicweb for beta reading! (And for saying the fic was good enough without any corrections, too.)
Though it may seem strange, I liked Charles really much and his death hurt me. Actually, it made me leave the fandom and finally stop writing fics. Now, two years after the episode, I still grieve. Do sleep well, my wintry love.
Rest in peace, Charlie.
I have been told nothing about your death but vague hints. I suppose you were flying too high. Neither when nor why , only who: I know who has fired the shot at you and, unfortunately, am not able to do anything about him.
You were not talking much of the detective, and I do not know what you could be thinking about upon that day. The only thing I know is that you congratulated me on Christmas in the morning. Have you read my reply?
Merry Christmas, Charlie. I never liked Christmas much.
It was hard not to write you anymore. You were the only left, and the correspondence with you was so usual... Well, it is not necessary to put so many dots. I can just say that I have too few people that can understand me and become close to me. And I lose everybody whom I care for, over and over.
I miss you, Charlie.
