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The day Zachary died, he had written a note. A letter that he left under Dorian's pillow, so he would find it by chance. On a bad day, or perhaps a happy one. The envelope would poke out from under his pillow, a secret message from Fate.
One year later, Dorian has found it.
For you, my Dorian, I’d steal the stars. I would steal the moon, and the sun too. I’d pluck them out of the sky and turn them into charms for you to put on a bracelet, so you remember how much I love you.
Love, Zachary