"Why?"

"Before we get married…I have to know what's on the other side of that ocean."

"There's nothing there, Cloud. Nothing. No one's ever survived."

"I have to know."

"Then go."

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iDear Cloud:

It's been two hundred days since you left. The baby will be born soon. A boy, I think. Maybe he'll get your eyes.

I feel stupid writing this to you. Everyone says you're not returning, but I believed you when you promised me you would. You wouldn't lie to me, would you?

Or would you?

/i _____

b Day 200

I'll be home soon.

C.S. /b