Septiplier Trash

Part 9

Trash?

What was so important that he would mention the trash? ... Well maybe he lost something in the trash..

It has been 3 hours since Mark Fischback has passed, so you can also say 3 hours of hell.

I run to the room 253, but I just can't open the door.. It hurts so much. How can he be gone. I muster up the strength to open the door. It seems a lot colder in here than before.. Okay, think Jack, you just have to keep it together to find the trash and see if Mark dropped something of his in there or something, I mean why else would he think trash is important?

I dumped the trash everywhere in the room.. Nothing except tissues-ew- and a piece of paper, maybe the paper was his?

I unfolded, and it read...

Dear Jack,

Well I am going to start off by saying sorry, I am sorry you have to read this, I am sorry that I have to write it and I am sorry that you are without me in this world. I love you so much Jack but now you will never know how much and I can never show you how much you mean to me. I am so happy to be able to say that I died while having the best boyfriend in the world. I know that one day you will stop crying, and one day you will stop having to push yourself out of bed, and one day you wont think of me as much as normal, and one day you will be not as sad as you used to be, and one day... one day you will be with another but I will still love you. I will love you until the sun stops setting ever night. I will love you until every buzz from a bee is hushed. I will love you until every fire fly stops lighting up. I will love you until the moon stops rising at night. I will love you even when you think I've stopped. Just know Jack, that you aren't alone, I am here for you, I will be looking down upon you guiding you threw all this pain and all the pain to come, but I just want you to know Jack,

I love you
And
I always will.