hope you're doing well in the afterlife, or wherever you ended up. i'm sucking it up and sending this confession because lately i've just been thinking of all this, and i need some sort of "official" letter to you, if that even makes sense.
i'm 18 now. physically, at least. and in my headspace (and in the innerworld), i am 23, but right now, that doesn't matter. you would be around my innerworld age right now... there has been so many things i wanted to say all these years, but i couldn't. i couldn't muster the courage to try.
i am a person who has done terrible things. in our timeline, i've bullied people. i've almost killed a friend. and, in this timeline, i've lied, and i've lied multiple times. i'm not proud of it at all. you wouldn't be, either, would you?
yet i feel as if you'd understand. you'd still cradle me and tell me you still care for me, because i am your friend. i am aubrey. i know you'd forgive me if you'd forgive sunny for the things he's done to you... and, in a way, it comforts me. it makes me realize there is still a chance for me to become a better person.
you're never truly gone in my heart. your presence is still here, and as much as it haunts and hurts me, it comforts me. so, thank you for being my best friend, mari.