𝙒𝘼𝙓 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘾𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙎 - 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩

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one: talking to a ghost

Vivian,

I don't even know why I'm writing this, if I'm being honest; it's not as though you're going to see it. I've been told it helps though, so to put it simply, I miss you. It's been difficult without you, more difficult than ever.

Everyone has been affected by your passing. I know you once told me that you wished to tread lightly, leaving little to no traces of your lifetime on earth, but you left a bigger impact than you ever could have imagined. Your family, the people you've always thought never cared, they've been taking this not so well. They blame themselves, though, I suppose it was ultimately at least partly their fault.

They want you back though, Vi, we all do.

Everyday, I wake up and hope to see you laying there next to me, though, I suppose I will never see you like that again, the morning light hitting your face at just the right angles and your nose bridge scrunching up slightly as you stirred. You were always the last to get up in the morning, later than even me. I loved that, because seeing you first thing in the morning was often the highlight of my day.

That's only one of the many things I've noticed since you passed. I've noticed quite a lot- all of the now empty spaces you've left behind. I can't believe I took all of these little things for granted when you were still here.

Sometimes, I feel as though I've died with you. It's only been three weeks and I'm already breaking at the seams. You were my lifeline. You were the one holding me together, the one thing keeping me from falling apart. I am but a ghost of what I used to be.

I think the one of the only reasons I haven't cracked yet is because I haven't fully come into account with your death. I keep expecting to see you everywhere; in every corner or room I hope, or more so wish, you to be. Though, you can hardly blame me. I would do anything to have you back.

Reading this over, I'm only now realizing that I'm not the best at writing letters. I prefer lyrics, but you'll have to excuse me; I'm sure I'll get better.

This is getting much longer than I had expected. I hope I'm not boring you, that is, if you are able to read this from wherever you may be. In case you are, by the off-chance, reading this, and I am in fact boring you, I'll be signing off now. If I were you, I would be expecting more letters in the near future.

Your Love,
Wilbur