INTERLUDE : II

Scott.

Scottie.

My brother.

My better half.

Forgive me for the last few weeks. Forgive me for being the rudest, foulest, dumbest, most contemptuous guy on earth. Forgive me for hurting you, for breaking your heart, forgive me for everything.

If you are reading this, I am no more.

Don't cry sweet Scottie. Life is beautiful, sometimes long, sometimes not.

Mine was great. Absolutely great. After all, didn't I live it with my brother? My best friend? With my better half? I can't say enough. I think I've used up the last of my writing skills by addressing a few words to my father. I sincerely hope he'll be okay. That it will be okay for you, all of you.

Give your mother a kiss for me. She was the second most awesome mom on earth (right after mine, you'll agree). Her cookies are a killer, love from heaven Melissa.

My regards to lady Alisson too. No shit, man. You've got the right one, so don't let it go. Although I don't necessarily want to watch you gobble up your tonsils until doomsday. Please, spare my retinas, okay?

Tell Lydia, I'm sorry. I wish I could have written another letter to her, because, whoa. You know? She was the love of my life. It's kind of silly to be dead to have to declare yourself, but, there you go. Lydia, you are fantastic and never let anyone tell you otherwise. They won't take it to heaven (unlike me haha!).

Isaac... Stop pulling that face all the time, too. Assume you need love and hugs and tenderness and everything else. We're fucking Hufflepuffs, man. Showing your teeth and punching everything that moves doesn't make you a badass. Just a big asshole. But that's how you're loved, I guess (well, mostly your hair, don't get your hopes up). Your dad was a jerk, but kids aren't destined to be like their parents. Except for Scott. Scott is a big exception, but he's also a cute puppy so. Okay.

You get a second chance too. Just like some dads get theirs (Am I being subtle enough? Don't let my dad down and I'll take care of your dad until doomsday, cross my heart).

Scott, good old Scott, again. Always.

Don't be too mad at me for playing it personal.

I had to.

One of us had to do it. You are too fucking precious. Too magical. And mystical and fantastic. Be strong. The McCall pack can't let it get you down, see?

Forever the best brother in the world, the classiest and current holder of the title of best Arcanist in Final Fantasy XIV,

Stiles, Stilinski.

PS - Thanks for everything.