Hey you all everybody! Thank you so much for reading my stories! You don't know how much it means to me - literally the world. Anyways, here is the prologue of my Charlie/Claire afterlife story - it takes place maybe during Season 4 or 5. This is canon - kind of (like it didn't happen, but it could have). And it is the beginning of the story of what happens when they go on, when they leave the church.

He wrote her a letter she never got – a letter she never read, detailing the greatest moments of his life – his greatest hits.

#5 - The First Time I Heard Myself On the Radio

#4 - Dad Teaching Me To Swim at Butlins

#3 - The Christmas Liam Gave Me the Ring

#2 - Woman Outside Covent Garden Calls Me a Hero

#1 - The Night I Met You

But the letter she never read was soaked and washed away – it was lost just like he was.

She lives alone – a wild life of surviving and roaming and traps and loneliness and imaginary Charlies and Aarons. Every night she spends waiting for them to come to her. Sometimes if she stops thinking long enough, she can feel his arms around her, his breath tickling her cheek, his skin on hers, a tiny baby body pressed between them.

But the moment she focuses, the moment she thinks, he's gone and so is Aaron. And then she cries alone, because she is alone and any person that is not them is an enemy.

One day she finds a piece of paper, a pen, in the wreckage of a place she's never seen.

And she writes him a letter, a letter he'll never read.

Dear Charlie,

I'm writing this to you because it's my fault you died. If it weren't for me, you'd still be here. But you're not. You're gone and there's nothing I can do about it except write this letter to tell you that I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I left Aaron when you died to save us. You were his real father, and he loved you so, so much. And now, because of me, he'll grow up not knowing who you are and how much you loved us. So I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for pushing you away all those times when I should have held you close. Like when you stole Aaron and I thought you broke my heart – when really, I broke yours.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you were tempted by your drugs. I should have been there like you were there for me when I was scared or lonely, or when I craved peanut butter, or when I had amnesia, or when I was kidnapped. You did everything for me and what did I do? I pushed you away – I hurt you more than you could ever hurt me.

I'm sorry for all the times I thought you clung too tightly – when really, I should have been clinging just as tight back.

I'm sorry for every time I hurt you. I'm sorry for every tear you shed over me, every lonely chord you played for me, every time you looked at the sea with sadness in your eyes because of me.

I'm sorry for not holding you as tightly as you held me – I didn't know what I had, really I didn't. I wish I had found out before I lost you.

I'm sorry for every second I didn't spend with you.

I'm sorry for not paying better attention to what you said.

I'm sorry for not memorizing every detail of your face.

I'm sorry for every time I wanted to kiss you and I didn't.

I'm sorry that I never even tried to be a good enough person to deserve someone half as good as you.

Mostly, I'm sorry that I never told you I love you.

But I'm not sorry that I loved you. I was never sorry that I loved you, not even for a millisecond. I'm not sorry I loved – love – you even though you were going to die. I didn't really believe it, Charlie. I didn't believe you'd die, not for someone like me.

I don't know, Charlie. I'm so glad you loved me – loved me enough to die – but why did you have to? Why did you have to die? Why, Charlie, why?

Please come back, Charlie. Please, please, Charlie. Come back, Charlie. Come back, back to me.

I never said it to you. I hope you know it.

I love you.

Thanks so much for reading! If you have a minute, please review because it would make me very happy. I hope you'll keep up with my PB&J afterlife story! :) Love always, Lily