"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
