Claire…
She left me….
Alone…
In that blast…
But I mustn't blame her. She was a victim of a terrible scheme conducted by our own President Hawks.
She looked so pretty before she left. Her hair tied back, just quickly thrown into a ponytail. She was the only person I knew who could do it like that and make it seem like a top-of-the-range hair style. Her glasses ever so slightly slid down her nose. She was so cute like that.
As she left that house, I never knew it would be the last time I would she her.
And I just sat there, looking the top hat she had presented me with like a fish, mouth slightly hung open.
I wish I had told her how much I loved her.
How much I loved our unborn child…
We were going to call it Jenni if it was a girl, or Sam if it was a boy.
But now I'll never know…
I think of you ever day, Claire and Jenni/Sam.
I miss you terribly, but it helps me to think that you're in a better place.
No war. Hate. Death.
And I hope, you're looking down at me.
And love me as much as I love you.
