trees // phan

falcon (34)

when the doctor walked over to him, dan knew something was wrong.
"i'm very sorry," he said, "we couldn't save him"
dan buried his face in his hands.
so nate was dead.
"however," the doctor held out a sheet of paper, '"it seems like he was going to deliver this to you"
dan, feeling empty and numb, took the letter with a shaking hand.
phil who had been smiling brightly just a moment ago, looked ready to cry.
it's funny how fast everything comes crashing down, isn't it?
dan opened the letter, and read nate's neat scripture.

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dan,
i'm sorry i haven't been in touch with you; it wasn't my choice but i guess i'll get to that in a minute. a lot has happened, and before i can say what i want to, i need to explain everything to you.
after we moved away, my parents kept arguing. my dad didn't agree to move us apart, but my mum was certain she was in the right. she ruined any chance i had to message you, whether it be by letter, phone or email. my dad was angry but never had the right amount of confidence to stick up for me. eventually though, they got a divorce, and me and dad moved back into our old house. i went looking for you everyday, but i was still at my old school so that i could see my mum, and the timing was never right to talk to you because i was always back so late.
it's been a few years so i wasn't sure if you stilled lived here, but i asked around and your neighbours confirmed it. it'll be late when i post this, so i won't expect an answer straight away, but now that i'm back, i'd really like to be friends again.
i've missed you so much, now things can go back to what they were before.
you're still my brother.
love, nate
(p.s my numbers on the back; you can text me your reply)

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dan crumpled the paper in his hands and cried.