(I'm alive, I just had to get used to some changes in my life but I am back and thx for the request bc I already had angst in mind and this request just made it easier)
(Febuary 14, 20XX)
There was a man named Stanley...
I heard the usual voice of the narrator, but it sounded off... he sounded like his throat was bothering him. I thought nothing of it and kept going though the day as normal.
It would have been normal...if it was just one day. His voice got worse and worse everytime. For a month I would hear him get up to cough and spit up something. I ignored it until one day where I didn't hear him come back to the microphone to continue. I tried going off path, but he didn't come back.
I ran my way to his office as fast as I could. I would have never been fast enough. I saw him on the floor with blood and flower petals around him. I tried to wake him so badly. He should of told someone and I shouldn't have ignored him.
Today marks the anniversary of your death, Valentine's day. I should have been a better listener. If it makes you feel any better...
I would have accepted your love.
Sincerely, Stanley.
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