Dear Jacky,
It's been a few years. Chloe and I got married. We have two kids. Two boys actually. And a girl on the way. We named our second boy Jack. In memory of you. But that's not why I'm writing this. I'm writing this because of what I found. You're mom had asked me to help me clean out your room. So, I did. But I found something. In the clothes you took from me a long time ago. There was a note in my jacket. I found it. The letter you wrote me before you died. I'm not going to lie, it put me in tears. But I wished had found it earlier.
You didn't die because you were upset, or anything like that. You died because you were suffocating. You died because you were surrounded by all those people. All those voices. But that one. That one voice got to you. It told you what to do. It wasn't anyone else's fault but you're own. I know that now. And thank you for respecting me. When you told me all you wanted was for me to get married and have the life I deserve, I ran over to my wife and kissed her so many god damn times. I might've actually suffocated her a bit. You told me she was beautiful and that you loved her and me no matter what. Thank you, Jack. Thank you so much.
Thank you for helping me get this life I have now. Thank you for giving me so many memories and so many things to think about. Thank you for giving me a new perspective on life. I honestly can't thank you enough.
You'll always be in my memories and you'll always be in everyone's hearts.
Thank you.
I love you. Forever and Always
Daniel Edge
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Dear Jacky
FanfictionSequel to Wet Paint Dear Jacky, Why would you do it? You left us without a clue. You refused to believe there was more to your life. You let your demons win. Why?
