p style="text-align: center;"strongA place for letters that don't belong to a story or context. Please read, review and enjoy. Thanks./strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"Jack,/p
p style="text-align: center;"I hope you're not in mourning reading this. You know what I always thought about dying, and grief. Regret is such a pointless emotion./p
p style="text-align: center;"I made my choice. You made yours. I'm just sorry it had to be this way./p
p style="text-align: center;"Goodbye, and sorry. That's all I've really got to say. What else is there to go on about?/p
p style="text-align: center;"People make these things so long, don't they? But what is there to tell you? You know everything already, like always./p
p style="text-align: center;"My feelings. My last feelings. Pouring them onto the page with ink. This is so stupid. Why am I writing all this? It'll just lead them to us. But I can't leave you with nothing. You understand that, don't you?/p
p style="text-align: center;"Of course you do./p
p style="text-align: center;"XemmaX/p