Darling,

I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for causing the to happen. This accident. I can't really explain how I feel about it. It's a horrible feeling, I caused both of us to get hurt. In the end.. I've gotten my punishment, so I believe. Anyways, that's not important. They won't let me see you, and I'm sure if you're awake by now, they're not going to let you see me. I'm not sure yet... but.. but this note should at least let you know I'm alive and well. The therapist is sitting in here right now, watching me write this. He had suggested that I get someone to stay with me.. you know. Live with me. I know this is a horrible way to ask, but I'm not too sure I'd be able to do it in person.

He couldn't bring himself to read the rest of the note. Simply skimming it, he could tell that he had done something horribly wrong. Something had happened to the other that he didn't understand. What was he missing here? He hesitantly scanned over the paper once more, his hands shaking as he attempted to keep a firm grip on the paper. Tears were starting to roll down his cheeks as he let his head drop, he realized what it was now. His voice. He remembered... oh he remembered the horrible sight of the glass sticking out of the throat of his lover. More tears made their way down his pale cheeks, dropping onto the note. He had to stay strong. He had.. he had wanted to ask the other to move in with him anyways. He was honored, and blown away that the small male still wanted to be with him, even after he had nearly killed him.. killed them both. Even after all the bad he had done, the other still wanted to be with him. The thought warmed his heart, and calmed his shaking. Glancing down, and focusing on the letter once more, he remembered the drawings as well.

With soft, gentle movements, he flipped through several colorful pictures of the two, they had been doing so many cute things. Holding hands, sipping coffee together, sitting on the park bench. The pages were littered with doodles, and small hearts were all over the place. "I love you." was written everywhere as well. Slowly, he traced over all the hearts on the page, and then dropped his finger down to the words. "I love you too.." He muttered under his breath, a small smile crossing over his lips as he gently placed the stack down on the table. He heard footsteps in the hallway, and they were obviously heading for his room. What did the doctors want now? He returned to his cold, nearly hateful nature. Putting on a bland facial expression. The door was then cracked open, a nurse leaned in, an obvious forced smile on her face. No one really wanted to deal with Pitch, or his horrible attitude. "You have someone here to see you." She chimed out in a horribly fake, happy tone of voice. "Alright." He quickly replied, hoping it was his lover. He heard muffled voices in the hallway before the door opened once again. There he was, bruised and bandaged, looking rather rough. "Sandy.." He muttered under his breath, reaching out for the other without evening thinking twice.

A huge smile crossed over his lips as the other nearly ran over to him, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm so sorry.." He muttered softly into the others ear as he nuzzled his neck, being careful of the bandages that still lingered in the area. "I never meant to-.." He was cut off by the sudden contact. Sandy had placed his finger softly against his lips, as if to quiet him down. He glanced up into the others beautiful orbs, simply staring at him. It was then that the other leaned forward, and placed his head against his. Tears were nearly forming in Pitch's eyes as of now. The other had actually forgiven him.. That.. that on its own was so special, so meaningful. He nearly trembled in the others arms as they began to sway back and forth, Sandy was doing what he always did, calming him down, and lulling him to sleep. That was exactly what he did. He didn't know how, or when he fell asleep but it had been in the arms of his silent lover, and that on its own was good enough for him.