Brad came back an hour later, without Patrice.
"How is Patrice doing?" I asked.
"The first couple of weeks were horrible for him. He couldn't even go outside, he was hurt." Brad said.
I slowly nodded my head.
"But is he okay now?"
"He's doing a lot better, but every now and then he thinks about it too much. He reads those two letters you wrote to him everyday" Brad said.
"Wait what two letters?" I asked in confused.
"Well there was one you wrote a couple days after you met, and then there was one you wrote when he met Erin" Brad said.
"He saw those?" I asked saddened. "He must of been devastated" I responded.
"He was crying for hours, those letters were deep as fuck" Brad said. "Uh -um he wrote a letter back to you, I brought it with me. But I have to give it back to him. He's gonna go tomorrow and put it in your grave" Brad said.
On my grave, I should probably go and visit that grave, to actually know where I'm technically buried.
Brad handed me a letter, that had hearts drawn all over it.
I slowly opened it, preparing myself to sob.
Dear Claire,
I miss you so much. I'm sorry that I let this happen to you. It's all my fault. That's why to this day I'm still crying.
Claire, I'm in love with you. Your the best thing that has ever happened to me. I wish I can just see you one last time. Tell you how much you mean to me. Have a proper goodbye.
Claire, I want to see you. But Brad keeps on telling me I should stay. I don't know. I want to leave and be with you. That's probably what I'm going to do.
I just wish it hadn't ended like this. Once you were fully healthy, I was going to ask you to be my wife. But that never got to happen...
By now I was sobbing.
My whole life plan is now ruined. Claire, I wanted to have my own family with you. I wanted to be able to tell our kids how much of an amazing women you are. How true love actually does exist, because the minute I saw you, I fell in love. And that's not something that happens to me everyday.
I did try dating a couple weeks ago, but that didn't work out. I went to the club with my friend, and this girl walked up to me. Then she went over to my apartment, and we were going to have sex, but I said no.
Because I realized she wasn't you. She wasn't any Claire. And there's never going to be someone like you. Because your extraordinary. There's only one amazing women on this planet. And I'm glad I got the chance to meet her.
Claire your my easiest hello, but hardest goodbye.
I miss you. I don't care how much times I've said this in this letter, but I do.
Patrice :(
I broke down on Brad shoulder and he struggled to pick me up.
"I ruined Patrice" I said sobbing into his shoulder.
"You can fix this" Brad said.
"I will." I responded.
I continued sobbing on the couch, Brad was rubbing my shoulder.

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A Long Walk Home (Sequel to Left Alone in the Dark)
FanfictionThey say if you love someone, let them go, but if they come back to you, then it's yours to keep.