I've kind of gotten over Jake and Dave doesn't have to take care of me anymore. But that was a year ago. I was diagnosed with a heart disease now that was horrible. It has been a few weeks in this hospital. I remember opening my eyes slightly and seeing Dave crying at the side of my bed. I've been struggling to walk and all. "D....Dave...it's...okay.." I struggled to talk. He looked at me and I smiled. The lil man had finally took his shades off for me. He held my hand as the doctor came in and sadly smiled as some nurses came in as well. I knew exactly what was happening. I was going to pass away.
Dave squeezed my hand as they all prayes for me. This was the best way to die I guess. Smiling, I slowly closed my eyes as I heard Dave' sniffles. He was truly dear to me. Goodbye Dave. I open my eyes back again slowly as I said, "Thank you". I mumbled as I gave him a letter. Just then, my heart stopped.
Those memories rested in peace now. I'm so sorry that I have to leave you Dave. I remembered the letter that I have given the lil pimp. It read;
Dear Dave,
If you're reading this, I probably already passed away. I'm so sorry that I have to leave your side. Here's some money to take care of yourself. And I want you to please go to the Egberts' house after you get out of the hospital. I talked to them already and they said that they'll look after you. Plus, you love that John guy anyways aha. Oh and also, it'll make me happy if you keep Cal.
Im so sorry,
Dirk Strider
I can imagine him staring at Lil Cal and keeping him anyways as he packs up to go to John's house. That lil man hehe. Lil pimps all grown up.
It was so bright now and everything was white. I must be in the after life now. Just then, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey Dirk!" Tears rolled down my cheeks as I turned around. That beautiful voice. Oh, I knew who it was. It was Jake.
