04/11
Dear Nezumi,
I know you thought me foolish when we were teens, back when I didn't want to leave the people in No. 6 to die. Perhaps you were right, but I can't bring myself to care. I don't regret anything that happened between us, not even when you left. I know that's what you had to do despite my personal feelings on the matter. I only wish you came back to me. Don't worry though, I'll be seeing you shortly.
I'm weak Nezumi, I haven't taken care of myself these past few months. I can barely keep track of anything anymore, can barely remember you or Safu or my mom anymore. I've skipped more meals than I should've and I think the last time I left the house was in January. Would you scold me for such things if you were here? I think you would, and yet I can't bring myself to care. You should see me now, how skinny I've gotten. I'm more bone than skin now, you'd think I'd never eaten anything in my life. Though my appetite has significantly diminished, and when I can eat it just goes through me.
Even now I keep forgetting why I'm writing this. It's because I can feel my time ending on this Earth, even now I can hardly hold the pencil in my hand. I've known for a while now that I'm going to die soon, so one last time I wanted to write to you. Nezumi. The only person I've ever loved, the only one who I felt comfortable being myself around. You allowed me to forget my silly insecurities. To this day I can remember you telling me my scar was sexy. Oh how mad I was at that! I already thought myself unappealing before the wasp had to go and my perception of myself worse! Yet you tried to make me feel better, for that I thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for me, for teaching me how to dance, showing me new books, and taking me into your home. Thank you most of all for saving me that day, and for finding my house through the storm.
See you soon,
Shion
