Puzzles. Sleuths. Breakouts. Brandy conversations, pranks, and that triumph we feel after a successful prank for revenge. Today marks the day my dearest friend Brylle met her fate and passed away. Not a moment passes would I still think of you up there in heaven.
What's it like? Are you truly free in there? I thought we'd go there together. I thought you would stay. I missed your laugh and all the geeky and rebellious things we've done together.
You died on my birthday, diphead. Goddammit. You really did it. I thought I'd be the king, but even as you died you managed to prank me. I bet you're laughing your ass off there in heaven.
Although I'd hate to admit it, you're the Queen. Can you believe that? Isn't this all so ironic, how everything else had gone right for you when you died? How else would this make everything so bitter?
I miss you so much. I hope you're happy up there. Thank you for the memories.
