I'm Sorry 2/2
anonymous
October 30 2012, 02:37:02 UTC
“Mr. Lightyear?” he asked.
“Yes?” Buzz replied, sniffing, wiping his eyes.
“Preston Prickle,” he said. “I was Jessie Nesbitt’s lawyer. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Buzz nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Prickle,” he replied.
“Would you come with me to my office? We have much to talk about,” Preston Prickle requested.
Buzz agreed.
“What is this about?” Buzz asked, as he sat down in a chair in the man’s office. He wiped his face.
Preston set a tissue box in front of Buzz, as he sat down across from him.
“Miss Nesbitt left me specific instructions to get into contact with you soon after she died,” Preston replied.
Buzz sighed and said, “So, she knew she was going to die?” He sighed shakily and then asked, just as shakily, “How did she die?”
“Yes, she knew. She had about six months advance notice that she was going to die from a terminal illness.”
Buzz nodded, not sure what to say.
“Miss Nesbitt asked that you receive this,” Preston told him. He handed Buzz an envelope.
“Thank you,” Buzz replied, numbly, taking the envelope.
“Again, I’m very sorry for your loss, Mr. Lightyear,” Preston said.
“Thank you,” Buzz replied.
Back at home, he held the envelope in his hands, staring at it. He recognized her handwriting on it in the way she wrote his name over the course of their relationship. He took a great sigh, his heart hurting and trying not to cry more, and carefully opened the envelope, pulling out the letter inside.
It was handwritten and it read:
Buzz,
If you are reading this, I have died. I want you to know how sorry I am. For the pain you are likely feeling right now and for leaving you. Had I a choice, I would have done neither. I was dying and I wanted to spare you the pain of having to see me die over a half year. I know that regardless, you would have been in pain, and I wanted to spare you at least some of it. For your pain, I am deeply sorry, Buzz. Please know that even though I ended our relationship, I love you greatly. And the time I spent with you was wonderful. You are a great man.
I hope that you find love again. You certainly deserve it. You deserve the life that you must have wanted to share with me.
“Yes?” Buzz replied, sniffing, wiping his eyes.
“Preston Prickle,” he said. “I was Jessie Nesbitt’s lawyer. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Buzz nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Prickle,” he replied.
“Would you come with me to my office? We have much to talk about,” Preston Prickle requested.
Buzz agreed.
“What is this about?” Buzz asked, as he sat down in a chair in the man’s office. He wiped his face.
Preston set a tissue box in front of Buzz, as he sat down across from him.
“Miss Nesbitt left me specific instructions to get into contact with you soon after she died,” Preston replied.
Buzz sighed and said, “So, she knew she was going to die?” He sighed shakily and then asked, just as shakily, “How did she die?”
“Yes, she knew. She had about six months advance notice that she was going to die from a terminal illness.”
Buzz nodded, not sure what to say.
“Miss Nesbitt asked that you receive this,” Preston told him. He handed Buzz an envelope.
“Thank you,” Buzz replied, numbly, taking the envelope.
“Again, I’m very sorry for your loss, Mr. Lightyear,” Preston said.
“Thank you,” Buzz replied.
Back at home, he held the envelope in his hands, staring at it. He recognized her handwriting on it in the way she wrote his name over the course of their relationship. He took a great sigh, his heart hurting and trying not to cry more, and carefully opened the envelope, pulling out the letter inside.
It was handwritten and it read:
Buzz,
If you are reading this, I have died. I want you to know how sorry I am. For the pain you are likely feeling right now and for leaving you. Had I a choice, I would have done neither. I was dying and I wanted to spare you the pain of having to see me die over a half year. I know that regardless, you would have been in pain, and I wanted to spare you at least some of it. For your pain, I am deeply sorry, Buzz. Please know that even though I ended our relationship, I love you greatly. And the time I spent with you was wonderful. You are a great man.
I hope that you find love again. You certainly deserve it. You deserve the life that you must have wanted to share with me.
I love you,
Jessie
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