My dear husband

Timmy's husband

Rob opens the letter that has arrived "Dear Rob it's me, your old friend Timmy, I wanted to tell you that me and my husband have been struggling. We don't have much money and i think he is crazy. He tells me he sees people who aren't there, he tells me he sends letters to his mom who has been dead since 1877. I'm honestly very worried for him, I think he has gone mental. I've been reading about schizophrenia and it seems so crazy and stupid, but i'm worried he might be like that. I've loved Richard for as long as I can remember and to think he has some sort of odd problem with his brain just breaks my heart. I still look the same shaved head, blue eyes, slim figure but my dear Richard has been awfully aggressive towards me he also tends to look very tired and i can't understand a word he says sometimes. I still love him and I wanna help him out. What should I do Rob? With much love your old pal Timmy"

"Dear Timmy, I have no clue how to say this but your husband has been dead for over 5 years. Is this a cruel joke or something? To add to that his mom died as soon as he was born, my dear friend are you ok? Please take care of yourself, and schizophrenia is just another thing to get people to buy stupid things for things that don't even exist. - Your best friend Rob"

" Dear Rob, I am deeply offended that you've said my dear Richard is dead. He is very much alive and healthy thank you very much. I think you are making fun of me Richard - Timmy"

" Timmy, my name isn't richard, did you confuse me with him? Please get help. Richard is dead and you've seen him die and his dead body, my friend. I'm very worried for you. You've always been crazy like this though no wonder your ex wife divorced you."

As Timmy walks up to the empty red chair he says " Oh Richard, why is Rob saying you're dead, you are here right my love?" Silence fills up the room. "Oh thank god love i thought i was going crazy, i feel so tired let's head to bed" but he twists and turns until morning. As Rob reaches over to knock at Timmy's door the door opens. "Oh hello Rob me and Richard here we're just going over to the bridge wanna come in for a tea though?" " Timmy... there is no.. one there" " Rob dont you see him clearly standing there? You might need some glasses" "Timmy he's not there! Get that through your pea sized brain he's dead and he has been dead for so long now!" " I don't need you to be my mom Rob, we are leaving and you should too." Timmy leaves Rob with the house keys and walks away. Timmy talks to Richard about his hopes and dreams, " Richard we forgot our coats but I do not want to face that evil man, I'm very sorry love we will have to walk in the cold. Rob walking by himself dark at night with bags under his eye, messed up hair, torn clothes walks up to the bridge railing. " It hurts so much love to see you like this, jump with me and together we will have our happy ending" Sirens of cop cars are heard through the fresh new morning. "Male in his 40s found dead under Weston bridge" " Seems like a suicide, poor fella must've been so alone with no one to be there for him" Rob feels shame for not reaching out sooner and really helps his friend out.