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Dear Theo,

We agreed to write letters to each other But when it coht things, or worse, I end up saying things I don’t even mean I hate the fact that I’ve complicated your life I feel like a leech What’s worse is that I feel selfish for wanting you to stay with anized I’ all your wine I’ to look pretty every day I don’t really have a career I run away froust because that’s when ht accidently ruin your clothes (you wear too ot a lot of faults I’h them for myself and for you too because I love you (Holy shit yes I wrote that, it’s in ink and there is part of me that wants to cross it out but I’ll leave it for now) We can add slightly i

So to end ive you one of the only two things I’ood at MyI wrote for you so long ago, but I got carried away There was a piano here I snuck out every once in awhile at night to go there to work on these I hope you enjoy theet to play them for you

Always,

Felicity Harper

I flipped through the book, seeing page after page of notes She had filled the whole book It was like having old in my hands

“You like it?”

Glancing up, I saw her staring at me tiredly, her lips chapped, her skin pale, yet she had never looked more beautiful to me

“More than you know,” I said softly “Welcome back”

She frowned “I’retted it the moment I did it—”

“Shh” I hugged her, kissing her te to”

“So that was real?” she whispered “I have a tu my mind, I had a tumor”

I nodded and she just held on to me “You knew yourself better than any else,” I hed or sobbed—it was too hard to tell

“What happens now?” She wiped her eyes

“You get treated, and wewith a bo to an end