'Dearest, Patton,

Sometimes I see you. Every night you visit me. I see you in my dreams, holding my hand, kissing my nose, cuddling me like the world would end the next day. And if I knew then what I know now, I would've thought it did.

You know, sometimes I forget you're gone. Sometimes when I sit down to eat and I reach across the table to hold your hand.

It's never there.

Are you with the angels? Are you an angel? Do angels even exist?

I bet after death nothing happens..

You're just..gone.

And I miss you.

Signed,
Logan.

He added the letter to the box he kept under his bed. Ever since Patton left he'd write letters addressed to him, just for the sake of comfort.

'Dear Patton,

Sometimes I see you. Every night you visit me. Sometimes in nightmares. I think of you each night before I shut my eyes. Each night I fall asleep with a broken smile and wake up with red, tear stricken cheeks.

Sometimes I have night terrors about you. The neighbors complain about my constant screaming.

Sometimes I dream about the accident. Maybe if we hadn't have stopped at the gas station we would've gotten there early, and avoided the wreck.

Maybe..

Maybe you'd still be here.

Kissing my cheek and holding my hand.

Sincerely,

Logan.

He wrote another. It seemed to be all he could do. His best friend, Virgil, couldn't even get him out. It seemed all he could do was write.

Logan hated how Virgil wanted him to meet new people. It wasn't fair to him..or to Patton.

'Oh, Pat,

Virgil wants me to move on. To forget about you. To not mourn your loss, but I just can't seem to be able to forget that you're gone.

The guy that Virgil wants me to see isn't half bad, however, he is nothing like you. He's not innocent, he's not sweet, he's not particularly charming..he's Virgil's boyfriend's twin..Remus, I think.

Yes. That's him.

He's playful and energetic..but not in the genuine way you are. It's more of a gross kind of way with him.

Still, I admire his aspects.

But, I can't move on, though I want to, because sometimes..I still see you.
Sometimes you visit me.

Sometimes in dreams.

Sometimes in nightmares.

Sometimes in distant memories.

Sometimes in daydreams and thoughts.

Sometimes I just feel you there, like you're touching my hand.

Sometimes I reminisce on the past, thinking of our early morning tickle-fights.

And sometimes...

Sometimes I think of the crash.

And how your head was separated from your body in front of my very eyes.