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Bruce went through the pile of envelopes on his desk,one having your name. His face changed,as he saw it. It seemed as time had froze. You had died a little while ago,hardly two month ago. And it had haunted him.
He swallowed deeply,picking up the envelope with his shaking hands. As he happened it a million thoughts had entered his mind. "Just do it,(y:n) left this for you for a reason"
He opened it,unfolding the letter. At fort he didn't understand why you left the letter but once he started reading it,he understood.
You are probably wondering why write a letter? Why not leave a email? And a text? Well the explanation for that is simple. I couldn't.
Bruce I didn't tell you this before,because I didn't want you to worry. You always had enough on your plate,so I decided to deal with it myself.
But if you are reading this then I'm dead. You should not blame yourself. It's my fault. But I know you ,you are still going to blame yourself.
So,please don't do something stupid. I'm still with you. Hell,I'm going to be haunting you in your sleep for al those times you had woken me up when we were kids.
Good luck with my vengeful ghost,and life. I had heard that it was completely boring without a beat friend to annoy you twenty -four seven .
Good bye,Bruce
As Bruce read the letter,it was as if he had expected you to show up,ghost or not. But nothing happened. "I miss you so much (y/n)."
