Dear Vancha,
Normally I wouldn't say this to anyone, but I can't help it. The days since you left have been the loneliest I've ever faced. No matter what happened, no matter what challenges I faced, you were always there. And now you're not. You probably will never be there again. I understand why you left, and I'm not mad at you for it. I've tried to be angry, but, as always, I found it impossible to be angry with you. Even though you're gone, life here goes on as usual. The days are a struggle, but I've become pretty much numb now, so I get through. Our master is as tough as always. Even though you're no longer here, I'll always think of him as "our" master. "My" master sounds too lonely. There are so many questions I have for you, questions that will probably never get answered. You know I probably won't even send this letter. I don't have a clue where to send it to. I'll probably tear it up and throw the pieces in the fire. But still, writing to you makes me feel better, so I'll continue to do it. Even if you never get the letter. Which you probably won't. Why, Vancha? Why did you go? I know you've already told me why, and I know I said I understand, but I can't stop from asking again anyway. And where are you now? Dead? You better not be. You're the only one left that I care about. Don't you dare be dead. And don't you dare die either. You'll think of something. You always do. Just don't die. I have lots more to say to you, but it's pretty much all sentimental and I'd rather be tortured than write it down. So I'll end it here. Wherever you are, good luck.
Your brother forever,
Gannen