Hey guys! I was looking through the chapters of LTM and I noticed that my writing was terrible, so I'm updating the chapters with improved writing. Like a... Second draft. :) Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, following, and sticking with me while I write this mess of a story! Enjoy! :)

-Sam-

Marceline,

is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world? That must be so confusing for a little girl. And I know you're going to need me here with you. But I'm losing myself and I'm afraid you're going to lose me too. This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy. And I need to save you. But who's going to save me? Please forgive me for whatever I do when I don't remember you.

-Simon

I find them now and again without warning. Sometimes they're expected, sometimes they come at random and the shock hits me all over again. I'm not sure if I was ever supposed to read them, but they keep showing up in my life. I find them in the strangest places… I always wonder how they got there. My past has a way of haunting me, I guess it's nice to remember a time where I actually had someone there for me.

Marceline,

I can feel myself slipping away. I can't remember what it made me say, but I remember that I saw you frown. I swear, it wasn't me, it was the crown. This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy. And I need to save you, but who's going to save me? Please, forgive me for whatever I do, when I don't remember you. Please.

-Simon

Sometimes, I feel good about my life and where things are, I almost feel… happy. But then the letters come back and I slip back down. Quicksand.

Marceline,

I'm sorry you have to tell me everything that I forgot at the end of the day. It's getting worse, I know. But at least we're alive. This magic keeps me alive but it's killing ME. I need to save you, but who's going to save me? Please, forgive me for whatever I do, when I don't remember you. I'm sorry.

-Simon

I found that under Finn and Jake's floorboards.

Marceline,

I really hate to see you cry, I'm doing my best to try. Remembering is just so hard lately. I really am going crazy. But I need to save you. I don't even care if anyone saves me. Please just forgive me for whatever I do when I don't remember you. You are so much stronger than me. I'm proud of you.

-Simon

I can't sleep.

Bolt my eyes shut and try to swallow slumber. But all I taste is broken dreams and shattered family portraits and wizard eyes flashing.

So I lie awake, sleepless. My room is shrouded in nighttime blue and the skeletons knock on the closet door, threatening to break through. I try to stay sane and watch spiders knit my secrets into their webs while ghosts leak through the cracks in the windows. But then I realize there are no skeletons, knitting spiders, or leaky ghosts and that I am all alone, but ridden with nightmares.

I am a little girl scared to sleep alone, but with no mom or dad to crawl in to bed with. The skeletons, spiders, and ghosts could all be real and there would be no one to protect me.

Maybe I'm the one who's nuts.

Marceline,

I'm sorry.

Bubblegum was the only one who real understood how I feel. But even she couldn't carry my burden forever. And just like everyone else, she got tired of putting up with me and left. I drive everyone away, everyone I care about. People try to help, but maybe I don't want them to come in. All they do is trytrytrytohelp while I just pushpushpushaway. How stupid I must've been to think that Bubblegum would stick around. How stupid I must've been to think that she could lift all of my baggage.

Now I'm just her problem.

Marceline,

I'm proud of you for being so strong. You aren't the same as the timid little girl I found crying among the rubble.

Dad doesn't care either, but he likes to play house. We pretend that I am everything he ever wanted, a blood-sucking, soul-crunching demon spawn who wants to be just like daddy when she grows up, and we pretend like he cares about me. He says I should stop acting so human, I say he should stop acting like he's my dad.

Marceline,

I'm sorry. I tried to save you. I'm still trying. Because there's no one left to save me.

-Simon

I want to forget so bad. I try to be happy, but every time something finally goes my way, something bad happens. Hambo's gone, and so is Simon. The only thing I have left is Ice King, a mere shell of the man who was once my hero. I like to think that deep down, Simon Petrikov is still there, the real him. Whispers in the back of my mind constantly say he's gone for good, there really is no one left to save him, but I can't let myself hear that.

You did save me. Sometimes I wish you didn't. Believe me, I never wanted to end up alone. Neither did you. When you finally lost it, I used to imagine one day I could find a big crown just like yours and forget everything just like you, and then we could be nuts together. But after I saw how far off the deep end you went, I never want to be just like you.

I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

I'm sorry we couldn't save your princess.

Marceline,

I can't remember.

-Simon