Dear Mark,
Thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for your smiles, for your jokes, for caring, but most of all, thank you for making me smile. You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.
I don't want you to be sad. When you're reading this, I want you to not think of the sadness this will bring, but the happy times we had together before this. I want you to think of me like you did before. I'll always be here with you, Mark.
Tell them I want to be buried here. I'd rather not have to go back to Ireland, as that would cause a bunch of hassle and a lot of money would be spent for no reason. Plus, I want to be buried here because of you.
I want you to be able to visit me at my grave and say, "Hey, I knew that guy. He was a really cool guy. I made him happy." You can't exactly do that if I'm halfway across the world, right?
I also want you to wear the crown I made you, no matter how old it is by now. I want that to be a reminder of our friendship, of what could've been. I want you to be happy when I'm gone, okay? You have to promise me you'll be happy at my funeral. Just think of the times we had together.
I'm glad you were my last memory, Mark. I'm glad you were the last thing I thought of before I went to die.
And hey, chin up, alright? You're too pretty to be sad. Maybe dye your hair again for me, yeah? That way, even if the flowers dye, you'll always have your hair to remind you of me.
Plus, I'll always be in your heart.
Thank you, Mark. For everything.
In my heart forever,
Seán
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Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)
FanfictionShort story based around the idea of illness and such. I can't give too much away because I want the story to tell its own... well, story.
