Dear X,
I dreamt about you. Your head was in my lap and I ran my fingers through your hair. You looked up at me and whispered, "Do we have to?" I knew what you meant without asking. I didn't reply. It hurt too much. But yes, we have to live. We promised. Both of us. It's one of the reasons we met.
I don't think we would be where we are if it weren't for him. I know what he did was inhuman, but we wouldn't have met and neither of us would be alive. Yeah, I know. Neither of us want to be alive. That's why it's so hard, but it's all the more reason we have to finish this. Once we succeed, I promise we can leave this place. We can leave together.
I'm not sure why, but I always knew we'd die together. I can see it. We will do what we always planned, I promise. Kill or be killed, right? Not in our case. Either outcome ends in death, in one we can be more willing and can choose. Don't worry. We will die together.
-Casely
