Dear Dennis

I'm sorry I was so strict with you, and I didn't realised how wrong I treated you before it was to late. A question that often hunts my mind is whether it was a suicide or an accident. I hope it wasn't suicide, every time I think of your death I feel guilty. I'm sorry.
I know I'm not so good in showing feelings, but I can tell you that I cried inside of me when you died. I'm sorry. The only thing I know for sure, is that you would have made a incredibly doctor, just like your co-student John Carter. I'm sorry.

Regrets from Benton

He closed the book and hid it behind the bookcase as he used to.