TW: SAD AND DEPRESSING CONTENT.
I lay in my bed crying from what happened last month. Gripping the piece of paper that held the worse information possible. Vikk had given it to me after Simon died last month. I held the paper to my face with shaky hands, slowly reading it again and again.
Dear Lachlan,
I hope you're doing okay. I know that if you are reading this i am most likely dead. Not because of suicide or anything but because of brain cancer. Honestly, i never thought I'd be writing this. You won't know that i died from that because i never told you. After 5 years of having cancer i never told you and you never found out.
I really hope you aren't in too much pain as i am not much to dwell over. I hope the boys, all of them, are helping you through this and making sure you're okay. I hope you aren't doing anything bad to your beautiful body. You know I'd hate you doing anything bad to yourself.
Are you still eating? Hope you are because i know how much you love food. Remember when we would take bananas, nutella, peanut butter and chocolate chips and make banana splits? God those were SO good. And when we would coat popcorn in melted butter at the movies just because we could? That was so much fun.
Remember when we would go out to a football (soccer) field and you'd try to score shots on me but never could? You were so cute when you pouted when you missed. And the amount of times i tried to help you get better but it ended with you just falling. Those moments were so much fun, Babe. I wish i could spend more time to make even more moments.
Do you remember when we would play video games like FIFA and you would always lose no matter how many times i tried to help you? You always said 'I blame the creators!' You were so goddamn cute. Oh, and the times that we'd play a game against each other only for us to end up making out? Those were the amazing times.
I just want you too know that none of this is your fault what so ever. If anything, you actually made it even better. I love you so goddamn much, Babe. All thought you may still be in love with me- like you always told me you were- i want you to find someone else. You don't have to date them but i want you to have someone you can trust to be by your side.
I love you, Lachy. Goodbye.
Simon.
