A letter to the dead.

Hello, Moth?

I know this is probably pointless, after all, you never believed in an afterlife.

I miss you. I miss you a lot.

I didn't expect you to leave my life, ever. We both assumed that I would be the one to die young and you would live to see a thousand worlds end.

Who knew hate would take you from me? Who knew someone would hurt you just because you were a little different.

I miss you. I don't think I will ever not miss you.

You were the only one who kept me together. I needed you. I needed you a lot. You are the only reason I didn't die three years ago.

or two years ago,

or six months ago.

or three weeks ago.

but then someone had to go and ruin it all. They had to go barge into your life and kill you. They killed you because your name was Moth and not Henry. They killed you because you lived the life you wanted, and because you were not afraid to hid it.

Moth I don't know how long I can last without you. You were my other half. You were the one who showed me living was worth it. I cannot do it without you.

Moth? Why were you the one who got a bullet to the skull?

Why wasn't it me?

You deserved the world.

You were my world.

-Siren