I Apolagize For The Inconveniences

Dear Simon,

   Please ignore the red on the corner of the top right corner of the page, my pen wouldn't work and I ended up stabbing my hand. I apologize for the inconvenience, do not think I am up to my old tricks again. I promise you I'm clean of any toxins that my mind has imagined. Don't worry about me though, I'll be fine by the end of the sunset.
   I also apologize for scaring you that cold November night as we sat by the flickering lights of the fire we built. I realize I made many mistakes back then. I would throw you honestly, if I didn't know you you wouldn't have to worry about me all the time.
   I've learned to read braille by the way so you don't have to ask someone to write your letters to me now. I was kind of getting tired reading in our strange language. I get a bit lost in translation, I'm ashamed to say I don't entirely understand what you write. I apologize for that.
   On days like this I feel that he's watching me the most. The duck I mean. I know you think it's stupid and an irrational fear but I still can't help but believe that he's out there hiding. Watching my every move. I'm apologize for my irrational fear Simon.
   But never mind me, what are you up to these days? I know there's not much to do when you're unable to see the physical things around you, resulting in your mother hovering over you making sure her baby is safe. Now that I'm thinking, I kind of miss your mother. She was always so caring.
   I went to a football game yesterday, it was kind of bizarre seeing all those people chasing each other over that silly ball. Why don't people have better things to do that kick their balls into a net Simon? Although it's quite interesting seeing the people support their teams so foolishly. A man was escorted out when he undressed nearing the end of the game, it was funny seeing him his head down in shame while his member stood in pride. Some men decided to have an outbreak of fists and curses when the game ended. The police took care the situation as soon as possible, arresting everyone who seemed to have something to do with the outbreak.
   I've been thinking of what you told me before you left for Australia. How these vast fields of loneliness would grow if I didn't follow soon. I was wondering if you ment on your end or mine? I feel as if you meant mine because they do seem to have increased in size. I could leave this world today and although I'd never be sad, and I'd never get sick, and I'd never be weak, I wouldn't have you.
   I apologize for boring you with my story I know you have your own Simon but I just don't know who else I would be able to tell this to. But I can see something more that the things they try to take. They all made a mistake. I made a mistake when I didn't do something more to have you stay with me. I wish your fingers would find my lips so your lips could interlock with mine. I miss every fiber of your being Simon.
   I'm attaching a few polaroids to this letter. I hope I see you again soon.

With all my aching heart,
Will Boucher.

This is the letter they found in Will's hand on October 23. He seemed to be heading to the post office when a drunk driver crashed into Will who was standing on a street corner waiting to cross the street. Although it wasn't Will who sent it, Simon did receive the letter. The officer who was taking care of the case decided that the boy should've received Will's last words. The officer also sent a letter explaining the tragic accident. Simon was found dead in his apartment bathroom with a letter on his nightstand. A letter to Will. If there were only a way to send letters to the dead.