I'm sorry I couldn't reach you sooner, and that I'm not there in person. Now that you're in the shoe, it's a lot harder to reach you. I could barely get them to let me send letters to you. I had to make a court case out of it - it was on the news, but I don't know if you knew that.

I miss you so much. How are you? Are you okay? How have you been doing? Have you been taking your medicine? I worry about you. I know you're safer now, or I hope so. Peachy's been doing okay... I haven't locked her outside even once yet! I think she's starting to not hate me.

I miss you, so much. You're so pretty. I hope I get to see you again. You know you can retract your request - both of them - any time you want. You're so delicate, kinda like a flower, like a rose. I hope I get to hug you again, but I think if I do, I won't let you go again. I love you, and I always will.

Love, Sam

(December 2, 2027)

Sam,

You know, most people throw away their flowers after they wilt. Because they're dead, they are not pretty anymore. Then again, most people don't go to the store and buy flowers that're already dead. Most people don't pick the flowers that have a wasp in them, on purpose. Then there's you. Stupid.

Do you know why I requested this transfer? I would expect you to, if I didn't know how thick your skull is from experience. I hope I never see you again, because every time I see you, I feel like I'm going to throw up. No, wait. I DO throw up, it's just a little later. I hope I never have to feel you hug me again, because every time you touch me, I want to skin myself like I did to a couple other people. And then roll around in salt, and jump into an acid bath, because that's less painful than being around you.

Do you want to know how I'm doing? While we're on pain, let me tell you. They won't let me take my Vicodin, Valium, or anything to help the pain go away. In fact, the only thing they're letting me take is Epival right now. Not often, a lot of the time I find myself with big bruises and gashes that I don't even remember making. So, no, I haven't been taking my medication.

But it's worth it to me. You know why? Because now I don't have to hear from you. That's what I thought, at least. Why can you leave me alone? I've done so much to get away from you.

I'd APPRECIATE it if you DIDN'T CONTACT ME AGAIN. UNLESS IT'S ABOUT FINALLY AGREEING TO SIGN THE PAPERS AND GET ON with your life. We'd both be a lot better off. Just think about it.

SINCERELY, Wispus

(December 7, 2027)

Dear Wisp,

Here's how I know you still want to talk to me. You know, you could have kept saying no to my visit requests, or just said you didn't want any visitors altogether. You could have not replied to my last letter, but you did. You know why? Because, I don't know if you notice yourself, but I know you still want to talk to me. You just want to know that I'll still love you no matter how much you try to pass off that you hate me. Right? Like a step up from fishing for compliments. That's kind of sadistic, Wisp. But that's okay. I still love you.

And I still miss you, so much. I'm so sorry you're going through so much pain. I mean it, I'm really really really really really really really really really sorry. I'd make it all go away if I could. I'll talk to Helen and your doctor, okay? I'll see what I can do.

I love you.

SINCERELY love you, Sam

(December 9, 2027)

Dear Sam,

Since you're so intent on making me happy, why don't you do this? Tell Coord I said I love him, I know he'll get an awesome record deal soon, and he should probably call Alex if he hasn't already.

Tell Bound I said I love him too, and that I hope he does good on that Math test on Friday.

Tell Flash I love her, I know she'll pull through this slump, because she always does. Tell her I said I know how she feels, and I'll be with her through it.

Tell Laii she can go get fucked. And tell yourself that, too. No, I don't want to see you anymore. But I will. I'll tell you more later, okay? Say bye to everyone for me.

See you soon.

(December 20, 2027)

(December 21, 2027)

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. YOU'RE A BITCH, WISP, DO YOU KNOW THAT? ALL I DID WAS TRY TO LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE WOULD EVEN DREAM OF LOVING SOMEBODY LIKE YOU, AND WHAT THE HELL DID I GET IN RETURN? I GET HATE, HATE, HATE!!

WELL I HATE YOU TOO. I REGRET EVER KNOWING YOU TOO. I HAD BETTER FRIENDS, TOO!!! BUT I NEVER LOVED ANYBODY ELSE. YOU ALWAYS SAID I WAS THE ONE CHEATING, YOU ALWAYS ACCUSED ME OF BEING THE ONE WHO WASN'T LOYAL. WELL, JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, I ONLY DID IT AFTER YOU SAID IT WAS OKAY. TO MAKE YOU HAPPY!

IT WAS NEVER FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, BUT I WAS GIVING YOU THE BEST YOU'D EVER GET. YOU STUPID, NARCISSISTIC, HATEFUL, MALICIOUS, EGOTISTICAL, FAILURE, MINDFUCK OF A

Dear Wispus K Zwinnicker-Terfeld,

I'm sorry about my last letter. I swear, I didn't mean any of it. I love you, I always have, I always will.

I went to see the family on Christmas. Yeah, I was a wreck, but I told everybody what you wanted me to. Including Laii. It felt good, I never told her that before...

Bound got a B- on that test, in case you were wondering.

And Flash got out about a week after Christmas. She's back in the hospital now. She broke three of her knuckles, and fractured two of her fingers. And her thumb. She may have broken her first, but she broke somebody else's face.

Coord did get in touch with Alex, by the way. Me and Alex have been spending a lot of time around each other now. She says she can relate. Coord and me got together and got in touch with Helen one last time, and we asked her for your sketchbook. I hope you don't mind, I always wanted to see what was in it. And Coord wanted to see, too. He wanted to use one for the cover of his album! It's coming out next year. And he said he wanted to dedicate a song to you, in his next album, if he gets to make one.

I haven't seen much of him now.

So, anyways... I've been thinking a lot lately. Ever since then. I'm sorry I accused you of cheating on me. I thought a lot, and I think I figured out who you meant. It all makes so much more sense now.

I feel so numb and raw at the same time. I don't like talking a lot anymore. Is this how you felt? I'm so sorry. It seems like I'm always the source of your pain, but I never meant any harm to you. If I'd known being late would have such a... monumental consequence, I would have never stayed for just a couple more drinks. I'm so sorry. And I'm not just saying that to you. I'm saying that to him, too.

I couldn't get you buried next to Ihrhaz, because the spot was already taken. So I tried to make up for it, by getting you cremated.

Your urn was so small...

I miss you so much.

I took it, and I dug a little hole on top of his grave. Not all the way, just enough for you to fit. And I buried you with him instead.

I rooted up a dandelion and planted it there, too. I know it seems a little cheap, but it took a lot more work to dig it up than it would to earn five bucks to buy a rose. I hope no one kills it.

A lot of people hate dandelions, because they're weeds. But I think it just takes a special kind of person to appreciate them, because they're still life.

... I know what you meant, all those times you slammed the door in my face and said you were going home. You're so loyal. So, I say, welcome Home. I love you.

Love, Sam

(January 15, 2028)