A/N: Hm...now that I can WRITE AGAIN...grr...stupid document...
Dear Carly,
I'm in shock. Literally. I never expected this from you, and I don't think anyone else did either. You were always such a happy person. I didn't know that you were hiding so much pain.
There's so much that I'd like to ask you, and so much that I'd want you to tell me, but that's not going to be possible anymore. Freddie and Sam are doing as well as can be expected. Sam's as big as a house. She's ready to pop any day. Freddie's by her side as always, helping her as much as she can. It's not healthy for her to have this much stress in her life.
Sam's mom committed suicide, too, you know?
Just a couple of months after you died, Pam overdosed on narcotics. She died in her sleep. At least it was quick. Pam owed a lot of money to people, and this way she doesn't have to pay them back. In my opinion, she took the coward's way out. But not you. You were genuinely hurt, and I'm so so sorry that I couldn't see that.
Spencer stays locked up in his room most of the time, making sculptures. He made a lifelike doll of you for the iCarly studio, that we have decided to keep, exactly as it was, in memory of the fun times we had in there.
Carly, I loved you. It's too bad that you couldn't feel the same. It seems like some people were always loving someone that they could never have. I wanted you, you wanted Sam, Sam wanted Freddie, and initially, Freddie wanted you. he soon came to his senses, though.
Please watch over us, Carly. I know you are a saint up in heaven now, looking down on us. I know that you will be our guardian angel. Our light. Our Carly.
I love you, Carly Shay.
Always have, always will.
Love, Gibby Gibson.
A/N: Hm...why has it taken me so long to write this?