FROM KILLUA, WITH LOVE.

Dear... well, you.

Well, what should I say.

I miss you, and actually, if I remember correctly what I had planned to write, that would actually be enough and this would be over with... but no.

The words come straight out of my dull mind. Yes, I've been bored stiff every since you've been gone. The words jump out to the paper, and I want to tell you what I did and where I went with the ojii-san and Zeppairu-san, around the world. I want to tell you of the rest of the days I passed sitting on my bed thinking what you would say if you were there... what you would've done. It gets lonely without you around. I want to tell you about the senseless tears I shed missing you, the mindless 'loves' spent on people that couldn't really compare to you.

I want to give you a piece of myself through these carelessly written words, to give these to you as a gift. A piece of myself no one would really know... yes, that piece of myself that only belongs to you. Every word here is an embrace I want to extend around you with my arms, every word I wish you'd savor since I want to make sure you know how much I miss you.

Every word here was written with only you in my head... every day spent with you in my head, actually, is something. I might consider to get through and come into a mental facility somewhere, but no thanks. I have a life to live.

But thinking of you helps me live through the pain of every day I spend here without you. The image in my head helps me imagine that you're still here with your sunny smiles and joyful, childlike laughter. Yes, I know I'm being melodramatic now and emo. I shouldn't. But what could I do? I miss you.

Every word echoes in the chambers of my heart. Every word, well, no matter how melodramatic this will sound, helps me show you how much I'm missing you, really. How much I love you, but I can't express it enough in words. I don't know how I love you, what kind of, but I just do. Remember that, and don't forget, 'cause it's stuck in my head.

I'm not sure how I'll end this letter... 'cause I don't want to end. I never want to... I just want to keep talking to you. And talking and talking, and talking... I want to keep doing this, just as long as I know you'll be here to hear me. 'Cause you're not here anymore.

'Ending a letter is always the hardest part,' you taught me that. You told me to just end it with all my heart and my soul. And I will.

From Killua,

With love.

He presses the pen deeply into the paper. His tears splatter onto the paper. He feels like he's drowning into his own misery. And he hates losing. That was one thing.

He takes the paper, crumples it, and throws it to the trash bin.

Like the rest of the letters he has written, it will remain unsent, the words just locked in his own mind, unread.

Just his own.