To my greatest fear:
Were you there watching when they told me the news?
Were you watching as I cried my eyes out because I didn't want you to visit so soon?
You took my mother, you took my father, you took everything I had and now you want me too?
Was this the plan all along?
To give the world another tragedy that won't turn heads for a second look?
Soon I'll be gone, all but a memory.
And your plan will have succeeded.
Congratulations.
With love,
Eliza