BIG sorry for the delay! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Day 67

Chewing on the pencil in his hand, he thought about what to write. Undertaker was sitting behind him, being the perfect support, and massaged his neck a little. Grell closed his eyes, trying to imagine Eric to have a better idea to whom he was writing. Although it didn't matter anyway. Maybe Eric didn't even know who this Alan was and would throw the letter away. That's why he decided to just write down everything that came to his mind, Undertaking replacing his hands with his lips, running them over his neck softly.

Dear Eric,

my name is Grell, we don't know each other personally. Please read this anyway. I don't know if you remember him, but there was a shy, brunette boy at your school. His name was Alan Humphries. Alan didn't have a nice time. He was abused by his brother, had cancer and was always alone. But he liked you. A lot. Maybe you don't even remember, but one time you helped him with his things and this meant a lot to him. However, he was very depressed and cut, therefore he came to Mount Massive Asylum. That's the place I am writing from and there I met him two weeks ago. At the beginning he didn't even want to talk to me, but opened up after some time, because I had the same problem as him. In the last days he was feeling better, he smiled and was happy. He could never forget you, though. He told me about you and that's why I am writing to you now.

Alan died yesterday because of his cancer. It was a shock to me, because the doctors had said he still had some weeks left. But you can never know, huh...but in the end this was the best, now his pain is finally over, no matter how I feel.

So...I don't know if you even know whom I'm talking about or if you care at all. But he loved you and maybe you noticed him as well...

I thought you should know this. If you don't care, I'm really sorry for bothering you.

Yours truly,

Grell-dear

He leaned back, letting his head fall onto Undertaker's shoulder. The ex-mortician kissed him softly, hands on his shoulders again.

"Can I read it?"

"Sure, if you want."

Undertaker looked over his shoulder, reading the words his redhead had written in the last minutes. When he was done, he wrapped his arms around him from behind.

"This is really cute. I'm sure he'll answer, even if he doesn't remember Alan. It was really nice of you to do this, Alan would be thankful."

"Well, first he would blush..."

"But then be thankful for what you did."

"Yeah...yeah okay. It felt good to write this. It made me sad too, but this needed to be said. Do you think there will be a burial?"

"No, to be honest...his family didn't visit him once, so I guess they don't care about him at all and the asylum certainly won't pay something so expensive. For them he was just another psycho, no one to worry about. They will probably just incinerate him and use the ash as fertiliser for their roses..."

He saw Grell's pained expression and bit his lip.

"Sorry. This wasn't necessary."

"But it's true, isn't it? They don't care about us, they simply do their job and in the end we are nothing but ashes."

"But it doesn't matter what they think about us, dear. As long as we have at least one person..."

Grell smiled lightly, turning around to hug his love. As long as they were together, it would be fine.

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