Y/N POV
I looked over to my 14 year old son, Joseph. He was kicking a ball around with Damian, Brenda and Thomas's son.
Thomas and Brenda were so happy. Together. I wish I could be happy. With Newt.
Joseph looks so much like him. It kills me slowly every day.
I walked away from where the boys were playing and went to a flower garden by the lake. I lay down on my back and looked to the sky and talked to the love of my life.
"Hey there, I miss you. A lot. Joseph is growing up so fast. Paradise is nice. I wish you could be here. You'd love what we've done to the place. Thomas is really happy with Brenda. I know you don't mean what you said to him Newt. Minho still hasn't gotten completely over it all. 4 years. 4 years you've been gone and I've been trying to convince him everything's okay. Well, once I forced myself to believe it. Joseph looks so much like you. I love you. I wish things would've ended up differently. But "Wicked is Good", right? No.. I don't know.. Tell my best friend "Hi" for me. Tell her I miss her. And give Chuck a big hug. Dang.. I miss all of you so much. Even that shuck Alby. Well, I should go check on the boys. See you one day my earth quake. I love you."
