Dear Will—
Dear Will,
This robber must be a marriage counselor because he's making every hostage write a loved one about 'something we've never said'. It's an effective distraction, but also rather final sounding. SWAT better come soon.
I've told you a hundred times that I love you and that you're a royal bastard, often in the same breath. But, I need to say – if I get dead here, don't kill anyone. Jail won't bring me back.
Don't disappear on my family, don't make them lose you, too. You'll want to drop into a deep hole and become someone else, but they'll need you and so will anyone else on my team that survives. They'll blame themselves, but Charlie is going to be the worst.
I won't tell you to move on. You're it for me and I know it's the same for you. But when I say don't kill anyone, I mean yourself, too. I know you're going to think about it. Don't.
You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. Whether it's luck, fate, God, I'm just glad it's true. I might be gone, but just hold on, aein, to my memory. If there's such thing as Heaven, I'll be waiting outside the Pearly Gates for you and we can break in together.
Yours,
--Don
As Don followed the triumphant SWAT team out, he started to toss the note, then stopped. He should show it to Will. They'd discuss it, fight over it, then, after sufficient time growling at each other, have amazing make-up sex. Smiling, Don shook his head and dropped the note into the trash. There was nothing there he hadn't said before. He'd rather skip the fighting and get right to the amazing I-survived sex. Then he could tell Will everything one more time.
