SORRY I KEPT YOU GUYS WAITING SO LONG
IT'S GONNA BE SHORT
BUT HERE IT IS
THE FINALE(?)
Dear Henry (Buddy),
December. Last month of life. Things are all going to shit, huh?
Dear Henry (Buddy),
I don't really have much to talk to you about anymore. Is there anything you'd like to hear about from me?
Dear Henry (Buddy),
Actually, nevermind. You probably don't want to hear me talk about anything. I talk too much, don't I?
Dear Henry (Buddy),
Snow. Snow goddamn everywhere.
Dear Henry (Buddy),
Well... you most certainly got me on that one. I haven't seen or talked to the general in a few days. I wonder what he's up to.
Dear Henry (Buddy),
Hey, do you like the gay flag I hang up in my room? I'm disappointed in myself, to say the least.
Dear Henry (Buddy),
It's two a.m.
Yay.
...
What am I doing?
Dear Henry (Buddy),
Sorry I haven't talked to you much for the past few days. I'm just planning things out for, you know-
Dear Henry (Buddy),
Three days. Aren't you excited!?
Dear Henry (Buddy),
I know I haven't said anything about Christmas. Yeah, I wasn't really motivated or in the mood.
Dear Henry (Buddy),
Tomorrow's the day! I'm so excited!
Dear Henry (Buddy),
Alright, this is the last note I'm gonna write to you. I'm going to do it now. I can't wait to see you in the afterlife!
Charles stood on the edge of the roof, looking down on the ground that he was high above. His red scarf hung loosely around his neck, as he prepared himself to jump. He looked behind him for a moment, and just for a minute, he thought he could see Henry's ghost, waiting for him. He smiled, and looked back down. "Goodbye."
He fell.
Luckily, Charles was found. He just barely lived, yet he was stuck in a coma.