Chase,
I'll admit, it's been quite a while. Too long, maybe.
Do you remember what happened? Nearly 2 years and a bottle of jack probably wouldn't help.
I hear you've gotten yourself together. Or, as "together" as someone like you could possibly get.
I know you remember the letters Will wrote, but you won't remember who's writing these particular letters. At least, not anymore.
Will... he's gone. I don't know what happened to him; it's been too long. But I know that no matter what, he'll be okay. He always is. He dosen't go down without a fight.
Well... he didn't. I know he left and gave up. I guess he didn't really have much of a choice, but he could've... I don't know, fought back? He acts like Anti is the end of the world, when in actuality, Anti ain't shit.
It must be pretty lonely. You're all that's left. You're the only ego left, and even after all the shit Anti has put you through, you somehow managed to pull yourself together. How do you do that?
I knew Anti well. Emphasis on 'knew.' I don't know what happened to him. He's a completely different person now. Shit, I don't even know if 'person' is the right word for what he is.
I see you around sometimes. You don't see me, and honestly I prefer it that way. I don't think anyone would want anything to do with me right now.
I haven't even done anything for a while. It's almost as if people have forgotten about me. It's almost like he has forgotten about me- about us. You don't have anyone left to give you exposure, while unfortunately, I do, and he doesn't even bother.
It's not like I cared for it in the first place, it's just I got kinda used to it, and now that it's gone, it's disappointing.
I don't even know what the point of writing this was, but I hope you're doing well.
I'll write another soon.
Sincerely,
An old enemy.
