Dear Jo,
I said some things in the last letter that I deeply regret. I also did some things after writing that letter that I wish I hadn't. Honestly, I don't blame you for it. Not in the slightest. I'm still not quite sure what I thought it would solve. I probably never will. All I know is that I will not be doing it again. I took a lot of pills two weeks ago. I drank too much whiskey two weeks ago. I was high off some concoction of drugs two weeks ago. I tried calling you first, but you didn't answer. Then I called Sally and told her what I did. Finally, I called Jasper. I don't remember anything after that for a period of time. I believe I finally blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital. Once more, IV's covered my arms and my stomach and head both felt empty. Sally and Jasper both were in the room with me and I could sense something between them, but that may still have been the drugs. I started moving a bit and Jasper noticed. "Hey there, sleepy head," he said quietly. Sally woke up when she heard him talk and saw me trying to make a sentence. "Sally, Jasper. Jasper, Sally," I wheezed. They both smiled. "You took too many pills and put a lot of bad things in your body. Why, Samantha?" Sally asked. I looked at their two faces. They were the only two who cared anymore. They only cared a little. They wouldn't mourn me long. I barely knew either of them. You were the only one who still cared.
"Jo. I did it because I missed Jo..." Jasper's eyebrows squinted together in confusion and Sally seemed to vaguely understand. "Your boyfriend?" I shook my head. "Josephine. My girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend..." I looked out the window. I wondered if it were true that angels could fly. Did you become an angel when you died? If not, could you still fly? Would I be able to fly? "Samantha, look at me," Jasper's fingers snapped in front of my face. "Where's Josephine now?" Tears filled my eyes and I grinned at them both. Quietly, I whispered, "Life decided to separate us. Life is cruel to separate people who love each other to death."
Your Little Lover,
Sam
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