"I don't know if I can do this anymore, Andy,"

"Honestly, the only thing keeping me here is Patrick and Pete,"

"I feel like both of them would fall apart without me,"

"I came to your grave today and left some flowers," Joe sighs, smiling a bit.

"Fourteen roses. One for every month I had you [twelve] and one for every month I haven't had you [two]," Joe's voice breaks at that.

"I miss you so much, Andy," He whispers. He knows it's barely audible.

"Pete proposed to Patrick," He tries to smile again, but he knows it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Patrick squealed and said yes," Joe lets out a hearty laugh. Not like it was real.

"I can't believe it's been two months, Andy,"

"It should've been me, you know," He sighs.

It's true. If Andy wouldn't have pushed him out of the way, he'd still be here. Alive and well. Not that he'd want Andy to go through this.

"I've already written a letter to everyone. I don't know, A. If I do, does that prove that evil won?"

"I'll talk to you later. Whether it's in person or on the phone, I'll talk to you soon,"

"I love you, Andy,"

HOLY FUCK I CRIED NO JOKE