Ok so here's chapter 2... Tell me if you like the letters!
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Chapter 2: So long, and Goodnight

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Sandy missed her. All of her. So much. He missed the way she walked, the sound of her voice, the scent that he took in when they kissed. He missed the face she made when something bothered her, and she twisted her wedding rings. He missed the way she told Seth not to say ass. He missed the how she didn't care about making out in the kitchen in front of Seth. He loved her so much. He knew that she loved him too. He missed the way that she would kiss him, when he could tell he made her knees go weak, and she kissed him. With passion. With desire. With love. He missed the feeling of her hands on his skin when they made love. The feel of her lips tracing over the places that were reserved for her, and her only. He missed the way she would hold her breath when he whispered "I love you" as if she would miss it if she did breathe, and not just when he proclaimed his love, or whispered any term of endearment to her, so that only she could hear it, because those words were only for her. Everything. She was his everything. And now his everything was going to die. And he would have nothing.
The doctor led Sandy, Seth, and Ryan into Kirsten's room in the ICU. The heart monitor beeped at a monotone rate. Kirsten was bandaged and bruised, and was not awake. The doctor said she probably would not wake up. Seth couldn't handle it. He sat down in a chair and began to sob. Ryan sat next to him, putting his arm around him, and tried to comfort him. Sandy looked as if he had turned to stone. A glaze poured over his eyes, and Ryan could not tell if it was tears held back, or Sandy being lost in thought. Finally he moved, and kneeled down next to Kirsten's bedside, taking her hand into his, and his head on the bed in front of him. A few tears escaped and rolled down his cheek onto his hands, and Kirsten's hand. He noticed that he was holding her left hand, but there was no familiar metal piece on her third finger. She wasn't wearing her wedding ring. And there it goes again. The powder is disintegrating in the water that he drowns in. "Crap. Now I'm drowning…" Sandy thought to himself.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cohen, I have the letters for you guys. They were found with her will. You requested to read them?" the nurse entered and said to Sandy. No one spoke. Sandy and the boys couldn't focus on anything else. Finally, Ryan broke the silence.
"Yes, thank you."
"Ok here, I'll set them here, read them when you're ready."
"Thanks." The nurse left. No one moved for a minute. Finally Seth got up and moved over to the letters, and picked out the one addressed to him. With unsteady fingers, he opened the envelope that smelled like her perfume, and read the thoughts poured out on her stationery.
Seth,

I'm not sure when you will be reading this. I hope not for many years, when you are married, and have children and you know all the things I am going to tell you because you found them out for yourself. If you are still a kid, like you are when I write this, then I am sorry I'm gone. I'll miss you, so much, because I love you so much. I know that you are going through a tough time right now, we all are, and knowing that my time is limited (hypothetically) has given the clarity to understand what the most important things in life are. The people that you love, and the things that you will miss without them. I can tell you right now that there is no one in the world quite like you, and I love you even more for it, because you are my Seth, and no matter what happens, that will be the case. Please promise me that you will never give up in life, and each day you will look for the best in each opportunity you are given, and look for the best in people. When you find that one person that understands you best, and you realize that you are a better person because of them, don't be scared, but trust that you will be happy with them, and they will take care of you, and promise to love them forever. I hope that you can have what I've had in my marriage. I love your father so much, I want you to have that too. And when you have a child, I hope he or she will be the little miracle in your life that you have been for me. I love you honey, and please don't ever forget it. No matter where you are, I am there with you. You are my little boy, and I love you more than anything.
Love always, Mom

Seth tried his hardest to control the tears as he read the letter, and occasionally glanced over to where his mother lie motionless. He would never be able to have her back. He'd never be able to hug her, or watch her light up a room, or see her make everything ok again. He'd never have her there to tell him that she loved him anyway when he screwed something up. She wouldn't be there to see him graduate, or go to college, and get married. She wouldn't be there when he had a kid, she'd never get to be a grandma. His whole life flashed before him. She had been there- the whole time. Now she wouldn't. Seth was numb. He couldn't think or feel or see past the blur of tears in his vision. He slid down the wall, sitting with his head in his hands and cried. Sobbed. For his mother. Because she was perfect. Because she deserved better. From him. From everyone. From life. He cried because she was gone. Because he wasn't mature enough to deal with it. Because he still needed her. Ryan watched Seth in pain. Sitting against the wall. Crying. Not rambling or being sarcastic. Not whining or complaining. Crying. He walked over to the letters and picked up his. He opened it and a hot tear slipped down his cheek. He quickly knocked it away before anyone noticed that he was crying.

Ryan,
I'm not really sure of what I am supposed to say in a letter like this. First off, I just want to thank you, for all that you have given me, and taught me, and for accepting me. It kills me- literally- to think that this letter could be the last grains of communication that we have. We were never the talkers, I think we were saving words for when we needed them, but even now, which is that time of need, I'm still speechless. I can't process the fact that there will be no more of those busy mornings of coffee and bagels and banter, or those stupid play station battles, or making fun of my cooking. Those are the sorts of things that make up and define a family. The Cohen family, which you are a part of. I am leaving you a piece of my inheritance, and also a few things that, maybe, will make you think of me. I want you to know that I do consider you my son, and I always will. Before you came into our lives, no one was completely happy. As a mother, it hurt me so much to see how Seth pained to get out of Newport, and how lonely he was. When you came along, you filled that missing piece in all of us, and we will never be the same because of you. And that is a very good thing. I wish you the best Ryan. Work hard, go to college, and find something you love. Find someone to love. Hold onto her- she'll be worth it. I promise. Please take care of Seth and Sandy, they need you, be strong for them, and know that I am always with you. I love you Ryan.

Mother, Kirsten

His mother. Kirsten really was his mother. She was the one that cared- the one that tried. Why did the best things in his life always have to be taken away from him. And now, it wasn't about him. But his family. Kirsten held the Cohens together. Sandy was so in love with her. Seth needed her there to be his mother, and hug him when the world shut him out. Ryan did too. What were they going to do without her? Ryan had never been in this much pain before. Not just emotional and mental- but he could feel a physical pain inside himself. The ache that ate away at his happiness. He couldn't understand why this was happening to him. To them. To Kirsten. It didn't make sense. Sandy hadn't lifted his head from Kirsten's bed. He was lost completely in memories of her. Kissing her, telling her that he loved her, marrying her, the look on her face when she wanted to make love, the pain she had felt when she delivered Seth, and the look she had when she first held him. Why did this have to be happening to him? To Kirsten? He stood finally, and walked over to the letter, and took the final one. He opened the envelope, which smelled just like her. The letter was tearstained. He handwriting was shaky- not because she had been in a rush, but because it hurt her to write it. Just like it pained him to read it.

Sandy,

I don't even know where to begin with us. I love you. More than anything. More than everything. You are the only person in the world that will ever make me feel so beautiful, and so important, and so loved. I've known it as long as I've known you. You've given me everything that I could ever ask for, a home, a family, and a perfect marriage that I have been so happy in. This year has been the rockiest in our marriage, but through it all I knew that we were both still madly in love, and that we would get through it. I want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world, and that nothing will ever be able to change the way I feel about you. I can't help but be upset by the fact that Rebecca came back, and you left me feeling stranded, but I know that you would never leave me- even for her. I know the way you feel about me, and I trust you. I was jealous, and I felt threatened by her, just because you always seemed to be gone, but I know through it all that you will always choose me, your wife, and the love of your life. I hope you know that I am yours, forever. I will never belong to someone the way I belong to you. Honestly, truly, and passionately, I am yours. I know that this is a short and unfair way to say goodbye, but I just want you to tell you this one last time, before it's too late. I want this to be the last thing we say to each other, and I want us to mean it, and not just say it because it is goodbye, but say it because you really do feel this way. I just wanted to say I love you. One more time, one last time. So long and goodnight honey. I love you, and goodbye.
Love always, your Kirsten

She was really leaving. She was gone.
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Ok based on reviews, I could leave it at that, do an aftermath piece w/ like a funeral, or by some miracle, she could live…? Tell me what you think should happen, and what you think of this chapter as well- esp. the letters. Were they even good? I can't tell…