The bloodstained paper which had been torn from Ed's notebook the day before ran through Oswald's fingers for the millionth time of the hour. He couldn't stop himself from rereading each line as though it was concealing some ultimate truth from him, as he sat impatiently in the hospital chair.
My dear Penguin,
It has always been you. My one source of happiness in this sick world. I am so sorry that things had to end like this but it is for your own good. I love you with all of my heart and I will until my very last breath. I just wish that I could have one last hug before meeting my fate but that's not possible because it seemed best to end things a short while before doing this, you needed to get over me first. Really, I hope you are over me and you throw this letter away and you live a long, happy life some place with someone who makes you happier than I ever could.
Forever yours,
Edward
