Letter Three

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Cocksucker,
I'm sorry. Like, unbelievably sorry. It's all my fault. I should be in your position and you should be in mine. You should be the one to be walking around, having laughs. Instead, you're lying on that bed in a deep coma. You have your whole life ahead of you and it's all my fucking fault.

I... I should have stopped the car. I could've SWERVED but I wasn't thinking. All I remember is seeing your face as the car hit us. It's gonna haunt me for the rest of my life.

You're like a son to me Gav. Ever since you moved here, I've felt like more of a father to you as well as a friend. And I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't even mind having to pick up your drunk ass every time you get "bevved up". Griffon feels the same way and we just want you back dude.

You won't be able to see this, but Millie drew a picture on the back of this letter. It's a house, with 4 stick figures standing in front of it. She pointed to all of them and told me
"See Daddy, this ones you and this is Mommy. You're holding hands with me, and I'm holding hands with Gavvy. We're one big family"
Then she paused and continues
"Daddy, when's Gavvy coming home? Our family's not the same without him"
And that broke my fucking heart dude. I couldn't even give her a god damn answer. But let me tell you. I completely agree with everything she said.

I miss you like dicks dude. Please wake up. I'm so sorry.
Geoff

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