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Hi Jack.
It's me again, June Del Toro.
I know you'll never read the twelve thousand seven hundred and eighty-four letters I wrote to you every day over the decades, but in this way I found a comfort that no hug could give me. I'm sitting at the foot of your grave with a cup of coffee with whipped cream that took you so long to learn to like and a blueberry muffin. You would find it funny how my eyes are overflowing with tears, and you would probably make a silly joke that would make me laugh and forget the sadness I feel right now.
But unfortunately, the reason for my sadness is you. Thirty-five years ago, the reason for my smile left me unexpectedly, and the worst part was that you left me in my arms. If the situation we were going through was terrible, your departure left a hole in my heart that no one could heal. Our friends helped me through the whole grieving process, and I will always be grateful for their kindness, especially Quint. He couldn't set foot in your old room and look at your photos because he cried constantly from missing you.
I know that on your deathbed, you told me to move on without you and love someone else cause I had already fulfilled your wish to be my boyfriend but I broke my promise. I have never been able to fall in love another person like the way I loved you. You were a caring, kind person, you tried to make us all laugh with your silly jokes, but the Tree House was never used for our gatherings again. It still frozen in time to keep your essence alive.
Quint and Dirk moved on with their lives, I managed to fulfill my dream of becoming a great editor-chief and I made my engagement ring into a necklace, but today I was struck by a feeling I hadn't felt in years: fear. Because I'm forgetting your face. My memory is failing me due to age, even for the small tasks of my daily life. I don't remember the sound of your voice, your nasal laugh, the smell of that air freshener that I insisted you replace with a cheap perfume from Sephora, and I'm afraid I'll forget you completely; your light blue eyes, your torn and worn clothes that wouldn't come clean even when scrubbed, and your hug.
I knew that preventing Rezzoch from coming to our world would come at a price but I didn't foresee that the price would be your life, Jack. It was a blow more powerful than any blow from his army, and he and Thrull are probably happy to see my misfortune.
Decades may pass me by, and my flesh sees people interacting with me, but I still remain here, in the same place where I lost you. The moment I saw you being taken from my arms, I begged God that it was a lie. People ask me to stop living in the past and they're right, but I don't want to do that.
I'm waiting for you to come home. Come back to me.