I'm not here asking for feedback, I just need to get it off my chest, thank you for understanding.
I hate you. Sigh, I wish that were true, it would make everything so much easier. I also wish I could tell you that I don’t blame myself for what happened, but that’s not true either. You weren’t supposed to be a hero remember? You always said we were just soldiers, but whether you like it or not you died a hero. I cut ties with everyone after that. I know it was cowardly, but I guess I realized that you, not heroin, were my drug of choice. I needed my fix more than ever, but it was all gone. I know you would have wanted me to move on, and I did, well I tried. I met a girl who I’m certain you would have liked. She was spunky, and crazy, just like you. To my knowledge her combat prowess was non-existent, but no one can be like you, can they? Alas it was not meant to be, funny how things like to repeat themselves. She’s still alive though, so at this point maybe I should count that as a win.
I’m sorry I didn’t say anything on your birthday. I wanted to so bad, but the words just never came out. You know I never believed it was on valentine’s day, but I suppose that’s all I’ve got now. You would have turned 18 this year. Congrats you’re an adult. Don’t worry, you can still be a kid at heart. An adorable, lightning blade badass. I miss you. I miss late night jobs, hanging with the crew, Summer making terrible waffles, and Lex tackling Rose when he thought she wasn’t looking. Most of all though I miss you. We buried you with your blades, and with mine as well. I know how much you liked them, even if they weren’t your style. You died a warrior’s death, so with any luck, you could be my Valkyrie. There’s a million things I want to say to you, but hopefully when I see you next I’ll have a lifetime of things to tell you. Goodnight my little red reaper, sleep well.