The hole in the ground in front of us seems to stare with eyes of its own, waiting."Ready?" I smile, looking over at him by my side. At the letter in his hand.
He nods, and pecks my lips. "Ready when you are."I exhale.
The paper crinkles between my fingers as I squeeze it one last time, the birds chirping around in Hana's garden seemingly quieting down for us. For our little memorial.
For Maya, and Tommy.
I set Maya's letter in the dirt first, placing her mint jacket over it.
Dear Maya,
I'm sorry to bother you right now. I know you're probably over this, and you've got other angel duties to attend to, but please read this carefully, because it's important.
The day you died, a part of me died along with you. Cliché, I know, but it has a good ending, I promise. You took a part of me up to heaven with you. And honestly, it's a part of me I'll never be able to get back.
You were in my nightmares for a long time, Maya. And you'll probably come back in the future.But now when you show up, with your hazelnut eyes, I'll try best as I can to dream lucidly. To hold my hand out and reach for you, and tell you I love you. I didn't tell you enough. When we were young. It's like we never had space for it, like it was a luxury we couldn't afford. I know we were just trying to get by. And so I forgive us for it. I forgive us, because even when we were afraid, even when we fought, I loved you with all the strength I had. And now that I'm stronger, I love you more. I remember more of the good times. The times we agreed on which movie to watch when we were home alone, and there was no one's love to fight for; no fear. The times when I tickled you, and you laughed forever before you got angry; it was worth it to me, to make you laugh. The times where you let me wear your favourite mint jacket, even when you wanted it more, even if I got it dirty.
I'm giving it back to you now, because I've outgrown it. I don't know if you're resting in peace, I don't know if you're still hurting. But Maya, my sister, please hear this: we never got the chance we should have. And I never got to make it right. But I promise you, I will live and love on this Earth like you never got to. I will finish healing, because it's such a beautiful life, even if you never got out to see it. But I will. I will be strong. And like so, I'll love you more, every single day.
I hope you're up there, finally; happy. And if you're not, or if you aren't there at all, I will be happy for the both of us.
-Kingsley
A tear falls from Sky's eye as he places his letter over the jacket, and covers it with a superhero comic book.
I take his hand. He squeezes mine.
Together, we bury the letters to heaven in dirt. And Hana helps us properly plant a flower over them. A flower that reaches to the sky; past the clouds.
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