Okay, confession time: I don't own Being Human...or Annie...or even worse...I don't own Mitchell. As much as I wish I did...Toby Whitehouse has that honor.
Dear Mitchell,
I know you'll never read this…ever. You're gone. George staked you and you cracked and turned to dust before my eyes. You're dead and you aren't coming back. I don't know why I'm even bothering writing you this. Maybe it will help me miss you less.
So far, it's not working. It's only making me miss you more. I should stop writing…this is so stupid. I watch Casablanca every night just to watch the scene you were in. Sure, I can't see you…but just knowing you were there makes it feel like I'm seeing you again. And…I'm invisible again. Only George, Tom and the baby can see me. George hasn't even named his daughter yet, Mitchell. He's so intent on protecting her that he hasn't even named her! George is so different now. It's so scary, Mitchell.
George just sits around all day…sitting in that room, stake at the ready …like he's waiting for a battle or something. I'm not even allowed to hold the baby. Not even when she cries. It's tearing me apart, seeing him like that. I've been trying to get him out of the room…or to at least let the baby leave the room. I think everything is too much for him. First, he kills you, then Nina dies…it's been too much I think. He's lost it. I think he's wishing for death more than me.
Is Nina with you, Mitchell? I hope she is…she needs to be with someone familiar. I hate to think about what Purgatory was like…It was so cold, so…silent. I don't want to even imagine Nina there all alone. So, even if she isn't there with you…I'll still imagine her with you. Even though she absolutely hated you…she knows you and she isn't all alone.
There are days I wish my door would appear. I want to walk through it too see you again. I know you'll be there when I finally do go through the door on my own terms. I think Lea was right. It was fate that we were together. Fate brought us together. I'm glad Owen killed me. If he hadn't…I would have never met you and I would have never met the actual love of my life…and afterlife.
I realized the other day that I never got to say goodbye to you. Sure, there was that last kiss and you told me that you loved mean and I said I loved you…but it wasn't a goodbye. So, I guess this will be my goodbye. A goodbye you will never hear. A goodbye that I need to say…to numb the pain ever so slightly. Goodbye, Mitchell. I will never stop loving you.
-Annie