[This letter has been taped to the inside of his trunk's lid.]
hey per, if you're reading this i fucked up. or maybe it was someone else's fuck-up? either way i'm dead and i'm sorry about it.
i feel like there's a lot i should tell you, shit i didn't say and i should've and things we probably needed to talk about. i dunno, and i've never really been... this is super morbid, huh? writing letters that are only supposed to be opened after i'm dead? sorry, but uh. i'm feeling my own mortality i think and i really hope you never need to see this.
maybe in five years we'll laugh about this, huh? i hope so. i'm writing a new ending to my story and i want it to be less depressing than the first time around. if you are reading this and i'm dead, though, i have to ask you a huge favor. i know, i'm a fucking dick. i died and now i'm trying to get you to run errands for me.
- give all of my remaining coins to orpheus for, you know. - i made a bracelet like yours for farrah. it's the white and orange one. - the sketchpad goes to janis, along with the letter for her. you should also give her the two matching lesbian flag bracelets. - everyone can have whatever out of the rest of my shit, i'm not using it.
if i come back as a ghost, just know that i'm watching over you and shit. not in an ominous way, just like... i'm not gonna pretend like i think you're super fucked up about me dying because i'm me, because that would be egotistical but um. i know it's gonna hit you hard and i just want you to know i love you shit's not as bleak as it seems.
you know i don't mean that in a "cheer up, buttercup" way but just a pragmatic way. life goes on, huh? i'd like if life went on for you. i don't want to see you any time soon, okay?
connor
[Amongst the contents of his trunk, by the way, is a second red cape. He's clearly started to modify this one too, but didn't get very far. Mostly what he's managed is a single deer applique right about where someone's heart would be.]
PEREGRINE
hey per,
if you're reading this i fucked up. or maybe it was someone else's fuck-up? either way i'm dead and i'm sorry about it.
i feel like there's a lot i should tell you, shit i didn't say and i should've and things we probably needed to talk about. i dunno, and i've never really been... this is super morbid, huh? writing letters that are only supposed to be opened after i'm dead? sorry, but uh. i'm feeling my own mortality i think and i really hope you never need to see this.
maybe in five years we'll laugh about this, huh? i hope so. i'm writing a new ending to my story and i want it to be less depressing than the first time around. if you are reading this and i'm dead, though, i have to ask you a huge favor. i know, i'm a fucking dick. i died and now i'm trying to get you to run errands for me.
- give all of my remaining coins to orpheus for, you know.
- i made a bracelet like yours for farrah. it's the white and orange one.
- the sketchpad goes to janis, along with the letter for her. you should also give her the two matching lesbian flag bracelets.
- everyone can have whatever out of the rest of my shit, i'm not using it.
if i come back as a ghost, just know that i'm watching over you and shit. not in an ominous way, just like... i'm not gonna pretend like i think you're super fucked up about me dying because i'm me, because that would be egotistical but um. i know it's gonna hit you hard and i just want you to know i love you shit's not as bleak as it seems.
you know i don't mean that in a "cheer up, buttercup" way but just a pragmatic way. life goes on, huh? i'd like if life went on for you. i don't want to see you any time soon, okay?
connor
[Amongst the contents of his trunk, by the way, is a second red cape. He's clearly started to modify this one too, but didn't get very far. Mostly what he's managed is a single deer applique right about where someone's heart would be.]