Kenshi___

i miss you.

Hi Logan,
          
          Unfortunately I was not online much when you passed and only recently discovered that you had passed away when I looked over your account once more today. I miss you and all the fun with used to have, the plotting and idea bouncing that we would do and most of all how amazing your characters always were. I am honestly crying a little as I write this and though I know we never knew each other in person you were still a dear friend to me back then. You will be missed by many as you were always a kind and very badass person :)
          
          I miss you and know that you are watching over everyone that you love and care about. I do hope that one day we may meet again, but for now I know you are in a better place. I wonder if i didn't drop off the face of the earth back then if things would have been different, I might have been able to post this message earlier ...
          
          Rest In Peace and know you are loved, missed by many
          
          xoxo Artemis/ Heaven

Hi Logan… it’s been a while… found myself thinking about you today, and spent an hour trying to get into my old wattpad account to go through all our old memories together… I’m glad I did, you have, and always will be, one of the greatest people in my life, I’m so glad I met you, and got to spend so much time with you 
          
          Those memories will never go away… I miss you every day, and deep down I know you’re happy and watching over all your friends - and the people who care about you, just like I do, and i know one day we will see each other again :)

Hey Logan,
          
          College is starting up once again. You’d think that the apocalypse couldn’t get worse, but here we are with a deadlier strain of Covid. Man, you are not missing out. Who knew that Gucci masks would become a thing?
          
          A friend of yours, or who I assume to be friend, recently reached out to me asking how we knew each other. It felt strange recalling old meetings when it feels like we’ve known each other for so long. It made me think back to the first phone call we ever had. You were beyond excited to share your new character designs (Jeremiah and Caleb and Salem), and we laughed and joked about it. We were so excited to write together: it was going to be such an elaborate and dramatic story. High school was such a simpler time. 
          
          You’ll be happy to know that Aidyn is doing well. I’m doing alright, could be better. Like I said before, I’m determined to remain a good role model and push through it.
          
          I know you probably never saw me as a role model anyway, given that we’re barely one year apart in age, but the idea gives me the motivation to keep bettering myself. We’ve carried along the father-son duo joke for so long, I can’t even remember how it started. I’m sure it’ll come back to me; I’m feeling too emotional to properly recall at the moment. 
          
          Missing you every day, son. It really doesn’t get easier. My only consolation is that I know you’re in less pain, now. I hope you’re doing ok. 
          
          Talk later,
          Cae (Dad)

Every time I open this god forsaken app I find myself coming here. It’s been months since I downloaded it, and yet I got the urge to today. I’m afraid. Lately your voice has become much more fuzzy in my mind. I miss your smug jokes, when you’d sing me to sleep when I’m anxious, and how happy you sounded when I’d pick up the phone. I’d give anything to hear you in person again. Above all else you were my very best friend. Sadly people don’t like it when I talk about you since you’ve passed, but I never want to forget. Our memories are precious. I plan to delete the app again tonight,  but it was nice to see your old stories. Your poem looked beautiful in your funeral brochure. You’d be proud to see how it touched everyone. Thank you. ❤️

I want nothing more than to have you back. I miss you. I regret not spending more time together. I have so much to tell you. Please, just come back 

Logan,
          
          Damn, this college semester went by in a flash. I joined a frat, but don’t worry; your dad is determined to remain a good role model, so I don’t drink. I moved into that apartment I had mentioned before, and my closest friend is moving in with me soon. It’s real nice and rent’s low. Not tryna flex, but I made the Honor Roll too ;)
          
          It’s been a while since I’ve written - you know, all those stories and OCs and roleplays we’d do together. My friend is getting back into it, and it reminded me of my time on Wattpad with you. I’d consider writing here again, but the memories of this place with you are still too fresh. Perhaps I’ll begin an independent writing project with our OCs, with your permission of course. 
          
          As always, I hope you’re doing ok. I love you, son. 
          
          Talk later,
          Cae (Dad)

Hey Logan,
          
          Just celebrated the new year a few days ago. Hard to believe it’s finally 2021. I thought I’d feel some relief now that this hellish year is over, but I’ve got a bad feeling that things are only gonna get harder. Ah, I need to stop being such a pessimist. 
          
          I’ve been listening to Starset lately, one of your favorite bands, I know. Gotta say, you’ve turned me into a big fan. I’d listen to them more often, but it’s really hard to without you. Even listening to a former favorite band of mine (which I know you’re also a huge fan of) is difficult. I like to imagine that you’re listening to it with me. 
          
          Anyways, enough with the sad wallowing. A friend of yours showed me a minecraft survival server y’all had worked on for a bit. We’re gonna create a huge village and maybe even work on a castle build! I’m actually real excited :) I promise to update you on our progress. 
          
          Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year. Miss you always, Logan
          
          Love,
          Cae (Dad)

I love you, Logan. I hope you’re resting easy. I really miss you. 

Hey Logan,
          
          Just had my last day of work. When I walked into my cubicle, there was a small gift sitting on my desk from my supervisor. I suppose that means I left a good impression. Bought me lunch, too. I’ll probably be back soon, though, during winter break. You know I’m all about the grind. 
          
          I’m doing this semester of college from home. Classes start in two weeks. My grandparents are here with me. I appreciate the company, and for their health, it’s better they stay with me for the time being. Doctors up here are better than where they’re from. 
          
          I’ll probably get an apartment soon, near my school. I’m looking into it now. Now that I’ve had a decent paying job for a bit, and with all my school savings, I think I’ll be able to manage it. Probably round up a few of the boys to be my roommates. I’ll let you know when I’ve decided on something, but that’s months away. 
          
          Thinking about you a lot recently. I miss you. And this is the part where I’m no longer great with words. Still find it difficult to articulate how I’m feeling. I hope you’re doing ok. Miss you, son. 
          
          Love,
          Cae (Dad)