Dear Damon,
I love you. I have since we were kids. But I never told you and now I regret it with every fiber of my being, because now you're gone and there's nothing I can do. I miss you, so much, everything hurts and there isn't a time that I see the guys that I don't cry. We all miss you Damon, we've actually had to put Kyle on meds because he's tried to kill himself, more than once. Becca's torn up, regretting the fight, because 'I hope you die!' were the last words she said to you. Michale can't get the sight of your mangled bike out of his head, along with your screams. Oh God, Damon I need you so much! You were and still are my best friend and that'll never change, but I can't keep living like this, knowing that I will never again walk through my front door and find you passed out on the couch after a hard, exhausting day at work, where you weren't able to make it home so you came here. Where I'll wake up from a nightmare and can't call you. Its too much. I love you.
With much love and hope,
Morgan
I set the pen down ontop of the carmel paper, dyed to look like parchment, and walked outside, fingering the small revolver in my pocket. Could I do it?
Without waiting for my brain to answer, I put the shiny silver barrel to my head and pulled the trigger.
In loving memory
of Morgan Anne and Damon Arthur,
Who, in Fate's twisted ways were taken from this world.
Just a memory, I lost both my best friend and brother in a span of three months. This was the letter I found on the desk the next day, the ink still clear and prominent.
