Dear Vik,
Where do I start? I'm sorry I haven't written to you recently, I've just had a lot on my mind. I don't know if any of the others have told you but... Well... Simon left the other day to go to America, to live with Tailor. But unfortunately, he didn't make it to America and he didn't get to achieve his dream; to see the Empire State Building. Instead he is probably up there with you, chilling and playing video games or doing whatever things people do up there while we sit down on sofas, crying our hearts out.
When Ethan got the call, he flipped into rage, crying his poor eyes out. Tobi had picked the phone up off the floor and asked what the person had told Ethan, but I'm sure he wished he hadn't. It turned out, when Simon was on that plane, heading out to his new deserved life, there was a storm and lightening had hit one of the wings. The plane crashed to the ground. No one survived.
I think JJ feels guilty. Guilty that he didn't stop him, guilty that the last words he had screamed at him were "Fuck you". Tomorrow we are going to identify the body and make sure it is him; our best friend. As they might have got it wrong. But we had checked the time, the ticket, the destination. It all added up. Only JJ didn't want to believe it, he still has to hang onto the last bit of hope he has for Simon and he still wants to believe it isn't him. That Simon is alive and well, snapping photos of landmarks in New York, standing side by side with Tailor. He wants them to both be grinning and have a map in their hands while they navigate their way around the streets.
None of us want to break him. None of us want to be the one to tell him that Simon is gone. But then again, we don't know for sure. What I do know though, is that my gut is twisting in knots while my tears overflow with the questions I have kept quiet for so long. Why did you leave us Vik?
If you hadn't of gone, Simon would still be here, laughing and showing his dimples to the rest of us. Ethan would be recording videos with a smile on his face. JJ would be in the kitchen, probably making pasta for everyone. None of us would be moping around. I just want things to go back to normal, Vik. I want you to come back and make everything okay.
Only your not coming back.
So I'm not going to write another letter Vik.
I'm not going to carry on pretending that you are reading these and smiling down on us.
I need to move on and if that means forgetting you, then that's what I'll do.
So...
Goodbye for the last time Vikram.
Josh x
