Yours Truly

Auguest 10, 2022

Dear Phil,

If things had stayed the same, if the world hadn't turned to shit, we would have gotten married this year. Pj and Chris would have been our best mans, we would have honeymooned in Hawaii, and we would have had the perfect backyard wedding. Like you wanted, like we had planned.

But things did turn to shit and our wedding was forgotten. Pj and Chris could be dead, Hawaii is probably filled with the dead, and the backyard wedding we wanted would be in the same backyard your parents are buried.

Strange isn't it Phil, we loved each other so much, we made this world bearable. Or at least you made this world bearable for me.

You tried so hard to be happy for me, to get along with your daily chores. But I guess it wasn't enough.

You missed the fans too much and so did I, we never got to tell them Phil. We never told them how much we loved each other. How their precious phan was real or how our second world tour would be better than the last.

I can't imagine them Phil, crawling the streets, just searching for prey, our fans just mindless animals who kill. It hurts to try and imagine all the things we did and how far we got, just to have had it all gone in mere seconds.

You know I don't mind that you did what you did. I don't mind that you tried to take me with you either, how you plunged the knife in my leg and aimed the gun at my head. I thought it was kinda romantic how you did it and the reason for it.

I was taking a nap when you woke me up. You covered my eyes and whispered for me to stay calm. Of course I leaned into your touch and let you guide to the garden. I saw nothing wrong when you lifted your hands and I saw the beautiful field of forget me nots, and a picnic set out for us. I was so excited Phil till they came out of nowhere.

                           Yours truly, Dan

P.s I didn't let you turn into one of them.