soon // l.h.

Luke

Epilogue:

Dear Belle,

It has been two months since you left. I haven't been doing well: I stopped eating, sleeping, and pretty much cut down on everything I need to do or consume to stay alive. I'm basically skin and bones, now, and I suffer from insomnia. I hate life now, knowing you're not here with me.

I wish I wasn't such a sissy and actually talked to you when I had the chance. I'm so sorry, Belle. I'm so goddamn stupid and you don't even deserve me. I'm so fucking sorry. I can barely live with myself knowing that I could have made you a happier person before you had to leave. Goddamn it, Belle, I'm such a wuss, I'm sorry.

Well, on another note... I got your letter one day after you wrote it.

I didn't know how to react, Belle... I didn't know what to do and I was so scared so I just ran. I ran to your front door with a bouquet of daisies, knocked and waited there. I waited the whole night but no one came to open it.

Sometime during the early hours of the morning, two ambulances came rushing down the street towards your house. Oh God, Belle, I prayed my heart out that it wasn't for you.

I started panicking and started knocking on your door again, trying to at least say goodbye. Tears flowed in streams down my cheeks as I watched a black zip-up bag being placed on top of a stretcher with your pale, limp body inside.

I started screaming and yelling your name when they put you into the ambulance. I don't remember too much after that because I'm pretty sure I passed out cold on the concrete, but I do remember the last words I said to you as I watched the ambulance drive away,

"Goodbye, Belle. I'll see you soon."

I love you.

Love, Luke.