A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with a new Hollyoaks fic. I'm missing Max a lot, still, even though its been nearly five years. This might turn into a longer story if I can be bothered to update it, but for now its just a letter from Tom to Max.

This is based off of the song Somebody That You Used To Know by Gotye, which is where the title is from and the lyrics at the start. Rates and reviews are appreciated.

Somebody That I Used To Know

Now and then I think of when we were together. Like when you said you felt so happy you could die.

Dear Max,

I've always thought about writing to you, even though you'd never read it. So its been nearly five years since that horrendous day when it all ended. When he crashed that car. When you saved me. Sometimes I think that if I close my eyes, everything will change. We'll be sitting in the flat watching TV, you on one side of me, O.B. on the other.

I miss you so much. I miss waking up in the middle of the night and running through to your room and you making me laugh. I miss it when you'd comfort me when Mandy called me a name or when Holly hit me.

I don't have anyone any more. Well, I have the Dean-Osbornes, who I live with now, but technically, they aren't my family. Its funny to think that the only relatives I have left don't talk to me any more. I haven't spoken to Cindy or Holly in God knows how long. I haven't had anyone since Steph died.

It was supposed to be a new start, away from Clare. It was going to be me, you and Steph. A little family, that's what you called it. I haven't even seen O.B. in years. I phoned him last week, and it was almost like old times. But it wasn't, because there wasn't one mention of you or of Steph or of anything that happened.

Everything seems to be getting worse. Clare's back now, she kidnapped someone. The police have her, I think, but she nearly killed me. Esther tried to kill herself. I know you have no idea who she is, but I live with her. She got bullied.

O.B. gave me his number, so I promised to text him. I will, because he's my last connection to you. The guy who killed you is dead now. He committed suicide. He also killed Tina, his sister. Sick. Sick, sick, sick.

I have nothing else to say, I don't think. Goodbye, Max. I love you.

Rest In Peace,

Tom.

Tom re-read the letter he had written and and folded it up. He looked for an envelope and slipped it in, writing on it.

Max Cunningham,

Heaven.