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Cameo's Pov:
It was early morning when I decided to wake up, I normally sleep in late but something urged me to wake up. Maybe it was the fact that Bandu visited me at night, a normal thing for him, but it was the fact that he just gave me a carboard box and left without explanation was strange. Oh right the cardboard box.
I sat up in my bed and grabed the box that was at the foot at the bed. I put the box in front of me with a soft thud and lifted the of the box slowly. A small glimpse of lime green catching my eye and causing me to quickly tear the lid off the box. My hands wandered into the box and softly touched its components, they were fuzzy and had a familiar smell to them. My eyes were wide an my mouth was slightly agape. I quickly pull his fursuit out the box and gently place it down on my bed. I'm confused? Why would Bandu give me his fursuit, it's one of his more prized possessions he would never give it away just like that to anyone, not even to me so why-
My thought is cut off at noticing a small envelope at the bottom of the box. I quickly pick it up and open it carelessly and quickly wanting to know what's going and why he would give me his fursuit. I hold the piece of paper in my hands, his hand writing looking sloppy and rushed and parts of the paper filled with tearstains. I read it aloud to myself:
"Dear Cameo, Sorry for the formal hello but it seemed appropriate to start this letter out like this. I know you're probably confused as to why I" a tearstain blotching the words here but I skip that part "The reason I did this is because I've grown tired of being a punching bag to my brother, don't worry I know what I'm doing. After delivering this to you I would have gone to confront my brother, we both know how that would go" A part of me feels sick and afraid for him but I continue reading "but this time I plan to hit him back" WHAT!? Is he crazy?? That will "aggravate him so much he will most likely try to kill me. Please do not go to stop him for by the time you read this it will be too late..." What... no, no, no, he- He wouldn't go on a suicide mission would he? "But I did not want to leave you without a reminded of me so I'm giving you my most prized possession, my fursuit. I'm sorry I've left you but I just couldn't handle it anymore, the days were become repetitive and began to mix together. I'm sorry that I have died" The tear stains become more prevalent here "I'm sorry..."
I finish reading the letter and put it down on my night stand gently. I sit on my bed and tremble and before I know it I start crying, sobbing my eyes out. No please, my dear, my beloved is gone and there is nothing I could do to stop it. I lay down on my bed and cry. I cry long and hard, clutching onto his fursuit and bring it close to me, I hold it so close to me hoping for any comfort from it. It smells of him and pizza, it's slightly stained and dirty but I don't care but was his and it's the closest thing I will ever get to him, ever.