Dear Matt—
Dear Matt,
If you're getting this, it means I didn't make it out. The bank robbers are letting us write these, which is a bad sign. I'm sorry, baby.
Take care of Shadow. And take care of Colby, okay? I know he has Charlie, but he's always being everyone else's rock. Tell him that I said he can break down. Cry, even. At least get pie-faced drunk.
My family will come for my funeral. Introduce yourself, even if they don't understand what you mean to me. I don't think you even understand that. I don't know what the hell I do for you. Okay, except for that. Otherwise I've only given you confusion and headaches. But I want you to know that you're the light of my life. God, that's corny, but I hope you're never going to read this.
Before you, I thought I was fine. I had great friends and even great lovers, you know who. Then you danced into my life and I realized I'd been missing out. I've been in love just a few times and every time it surprises me and blows me away, but you've topped them all. You've brought joy to my cynical soul. But I'm gone now. It'll hurt but you've got to move on and make someone else happy. If there's a heaven, I'll be guarding over you with my heavenly sniper rifle. Just know I never wanted to leave you.
Be strong, baby,
Love you always,
--David
With trembling fingers, Matt smoothed again the crumpled paper that he'd found in David's pocket. Then he carefully folded it and put it away until he could find a hiding place. Wiping his eyes, Matt made himself finish loading the washing machine. Then he could go grab David and kiss him senseless.