Notes

October 11th, 2017

MYG—

I'm sorry if this is too much.

But,

Curiosity has been eating me away.

What was his name?

And,

How did he die?

CIR—

You deserve to know.

But I don't know if I can write about it yet.

You don't know the pain.

His passing still haunts me to this day.

I can't seem to get the pain to fade.

As soon as I think I'm okay, I'll think about him, and I realize that I'll probably never be.

I was so attached.

I loved him.

Scratch that.

I was in love with him.

I miss him so fucking much.

Irene didn't seem to notice the tear stains that smudged the black ink as she shakily stuck the note under the desk.