My muse died while your muse was away. Send me a ‘✉’ for a letter my muse had left for yours before they passed away.@livingtestament
the letter is scrawled on crumpled paper, it’s been crossed out and redrafted several times, as if she couldn’t find the words to write.
misty, if you’re reading this then i didn’t make it back. i’m so sorry. you were amazing. you still are amazing and you changed my life. when i met you, i was on the run from the cops for something stupid that was my fault because i was angry at the world or angry at myself or something fucking stupid like that. not with you. you took that part of me and you threw it away, you showed me everything that was beautiful about the world. but none of it compares to you. misty, you’re an angel, such a fucked up world doesn’t deserve you. i never deserved you, but you saw something in me that nobody else could, and for a short time, you made me believe that i did.
my old boss...he knew where i was, and asked me to meet with him, i’m only going because if i don’t i’m afraid of what he could do to you. this is all to protect you but it’s not your fault.
take this love, take it down. if you climb a mountain and you turn around, if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, the landslide will bring it down.
i can never thank you enough.