Hey, Aoba-San.
I miss you.
I miss talking with you. Even though I took your voice.
I miss walking around aimlessly with you. Even though I cut off your legs.
I miss having your arms around me, they were so warm, just like you. Even though I cut them off.
I miss looking into your eyes, that beautiful hazel always made my heart race. Even though I took them out.
I miss your smile. Even though I took it from you.
But mostly I just miss you. After your skin went cold, your heart stopped beating and you started rotting away, Toue told me to get rid of you. I objected at first of course, but he told me you were already dead.
…death
Aoba-San.
Is it warm?
Are you happy?
I hope you are, after all…
I 'love' you.