Why did you fall to save me?

Did you think that by sacrificing yourself, I would keep living?

Did you consider that maybe with you gone, I'd still have incentive to keep going?

Because without you in my life, I have no feelings, no reason to move on.

Why did you go?

I know you're not dead. You can't be. You'd never just die. Especially without a last

snappy comeback, and last words worth saying.

Not my name. Not that.

Please comeback soon.

Soon.

I can't live without you, I can feel myself slipping. Just like before I met you.

You know that.

So, why?

Why did you fall to save me?

I know I'm repeating myself, and you hate that, but I guess what I'm trying to say, the real thing is-

I miss you.

I miss violin at absurd hours, tables covered in experiments, the fridge full of heads and toes. I miss everything about you.

So please, for me, just,

Hurry home.

Love, John