Away

If I ever see you again.

(Day One)
Dear Gavin,

I miss you, so fucking much. When are you gonna be back from England?

You haven't called me in weeks. Gavin Im starting to worry. You don't reply to our letters anymore.

~Michael

(Day Sixteen)
Dear Gavin,

I haven't sent you a letter in awhile.

When are you gonna reply? Did I do something wrong? I don't understand. Please. Reply.

~Michael

(Day Twenty-Seven)
Dear Gavin,

I called you today, again there was no reply, I got your wacky answer machine message. I remember the day we record that.

(Hour Later ((Still the twenty-seventh)

Dear Gavin,

I hate the office. Everyone is telling me your gone. Never coming back.

I still have hope. Your coming back. Right?

Please.

~Michael

(Day Forty)
Dear Gavin,

Your never coming back are you? It's been awhile now. I hope I see you again.

I miss your kisses, your hugs. The way you laughed when you did something wrong.

I miss your cute but annoying british accent.

I fucking miss you. A lot. Come home soon.

~Michael

(End of year one)
Dear Gavin,

Well. I have the idea you moved and you never told me.

I'm sorry gavin.

(Two Hours Later ((Still End of year one)

You never did change your voice mail. I called you. You still didn't answer.

Ray finally told me today that you weren't coming back.

Ray agrees with everyone. I'm still hoping and praying Gavin.

Come home.

~Michael

(Year 2, Day Four)
Dear Gavin,

I'm slowly losing hope gavin.
Please. Fucking please.

Respond! Say something god dammit! Let me know your alive!

(Year 2, Day Twenty-One)

I don't get it anymore. I don't talk to anyone, I'm grieving over your sorry ass.

Please Reply gavin.

Everyone keeps telling me your not coming back.

I'm starting to believe them.

(Year 4, Day One-Hundred)

I gave up gavin. I'm done with these fucking letters! I'm fucking done!

I'm not writing these anymore.

(Year 6, Day Four)
Dear Gavin,

If you still are alive out there somewhere Gavin.

And your receiving these letters.

Michael, committed suicide this morning. He couldn't handle it. He wrote a letter to all of us. I'm gonna write it below gavin. He was so sad.

Dear Guys,

I'm so sorry to be writing this.

But I just can't fucking handle it. Gavin's gone. I believe it now. I gave up hope, and I can't handle this fucking emptiness inside.

I think I'm gonna leave. I'm sorry.

Ray~

You were always my best bud. You accepted this job because of me. Keep playing on kid.

Ryan~

Jesus Ryan, what do I say? You keep cows in holes. One day. I will set Edgar free.

Jack~

Your a big fucking bearded teddy bear. Don't stop loving Caiti okay?

Geoff~

Geoff. Thanks for the job man. I'm, Im gonna miss the place.

I'm sorry I let you all down its just.

He's been away.
For years.
I don't understand.
All those times,
We shared together,
What happened?
Gavvy I miss you.

Gavin I fucking miss a bunch. And I just can't handle it.
~Michael

I. I really hope your alive out there somewhere gavin. Please.

~Jack.

~Wrote By
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