Sebastian and Vincent
This is Toby, because he would've wanted you to know what happened.
Two weeks ago, on the night of the 3rd, Sebastian and Vincent were coming home from Cody's house. They had given him a ride home from the food kitchen. They hung out and shot the breeze with him for a while, and then around midnight they decided to go home. The road which they normally would've taken from Cody's was closed for repairs and they were forced to take a detour. They were almost home when a truck smashed head-on into their car. The truck driver's blood alcohol was twice the legal limit. He survived. Vincent died instantly. Sebastian was rushed to the hospital but he died two hours later without ever regaining consciousness.
February 9, 2001
Dear Toby,
You're reading this which means something really bad has happened and now you have another answer to that annoying why-do-you-wear-black question pesky non-darklings ask you.
Hahahah! Sorry, BAD joke :)
ANYway... you'll find a file containing a list of URLs, e-lists, addresses and so on with their associated passwords and whatnot on this disc. You know about some of them, but others will probably come as a surprise.
Heheh... You like surprises don't you?
They're pretty self-explanatory once you see them. Please do whatever needs to be done, whatever you think needs to be done. I trust your judgment.
I'll tell you about this letter (the idea of which was inspired by something you said once) when I see you tomorrow...
And Tobe, I'm really sorry for being... gone... whatever happened, however it happened. If I were in your shoes right now I'd be... well, I don't even want to think about it. But that's the circle of life and all that, right? I don't want you to be sad longer than normal, do you hear? If you love me you won't. Life goes on my bestest friend.
I'll watch over you --but not in a creepy way! :D-- if such a thing is possible and allowed. Didn't you promise to name your firstborn after me? MuaHahahah!
Live well Tobe... be happy, be true to yourself. And remember that I love you, but you already know that ;)
Love,
Sebastian
P.S. If you're still being mopey after reading this I'm gonna kick your ass :D I will!
There was a small service on the morning of the 7th. The chapel overflowed. In the afternoon, in a small private service attended by the families and a few of us, their ashes were scattered on the river near the spot where they first met.
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They found a sealed envelope with my name on it among his things. The disc was in it. I've been reading this journal for the past two nights. I've laughed and I've cried.
I miss them so much. There's a hole in my heart, an emptiness where they used to be, hand in hand. But I believe that they're still together even now - especially now. I believe with all my heart that they're happy. This is what keeps me from crumbling.
I don't know what else to say here.
If you want to do something... Sebastian was always kind and fair, he was never hurtful... Vincent was always caring, always thinking of others first. Do that, be these things in their memory. I think they would've liked that.
Thank you for reading this. Thank you for whatever reading this journal may have meant to Sebastian.
Please respect their memory, and the privacy of those who survived them.
This journal will remain here. This will be the last post.
"I dreamed of floating leaves again... and then of Giovanni and Campanella, the cats... chasing each other on the shore of bones. Sometimes Campanella was really Vincent and I was Giovanni. I'd catch him and he'd scream, laughing as we tumbled, then he'd try to get away again. The giant white bones went on forever like the river of stars above it."
--Sebastian
February 16, 2002
Two weeks ago, on the night of the 3rd, Sebastian and Vincent were coming home from Cody's house. They had given him a ride home from the food kitchen. They hung out and shot the breeze with him for a while, and then around midnight they decided to go home. The road which they normally would've taken from Cody's was closed for repairs and they were forced to take a detour. They were almost home when a truck smashed head-on into their car. The truck driver's blood alcohol was twice the legal limit. He survived. Vincent died instantly. Sebastian was rushed to the hospital but he died two hours later without ever regaining consciousness.
February 9, 2001
Dear Toby,
You're reading this which means something really bad has happened and now you have another answer to that annoying why-do-you-wear-black question pesky non-darklings ask you.
Hahahah! Sorry, BAD joke :)
ANYway... you'll find a file containing a list of URLs, e-lists, addresses and so on with their associated passwords and whatnot on this disc. You know about some of them, but others will probably come as a surprise.
Heheh... You like surprises don't you?
They're pretty self-explanatory once you see them. Please do whatever needs to be done, whatever you think needs to be done. I trust your judgment.
I'll tell you about this letter (the idea of which was inspired by something you said once) when I see you tomorrow...
And Tobe, I'm really sorry for being... gone... whatever happened, however it happened. If I were in your shoes right now I'd be... well, I don't even want to think about it. But that's the circle of life and all that, right? I don't want you to be sad longer than normal, do you hear? If you love me you won't. Life goes on my bestest friend.
I'll watch over you --but not in a creepy way! :D-- if such a thing is possible and allowed. Didn't you promise to name your firstborn after me? MuaHahahah!
Live well Tobe... be happy, be true to yourself. And remember that I love you, but you already know that ;)
Love,
Sebastian
P.S. If you're still being mopey after reading this I'm gonna kick your ass :D I will!
There was a small service on the morning of the 7th. The chapel overflowed. In the afternoon, in a small private service attended by the families and a few of us, their ashes were scattered on the river near the spot where they first met.
~
They found a sealed envelope with my name on it among his things. The disc was in it. I've been reading this journal for the past two nights. I've laughed and I've cried.
I miss them so much. There's a hole in my heart, an emptiness where they used to be, hand in hand. But I believe that they're still together even now - especially now. I believe with all my heart that they're happy. This is what keeps me from crumbling.
I don't know what else to say here.
If you want to do something... Sebastian was always kind and fair, he was never hurtful... Vincent was always caring, always thinking of others first. Do that, be these things in their memory. I think they would've liked that.
Thank you for reading this. Thank you for whatever reading this journal may have meant to Sebastian.
Please respect their memory, and the privacy of those who survived them.
This journal will remain here. This will be the last post.
"I dreamed of floating leaves again... and then of Giovanni and Campanella, the cats... chasing each other on the shore of bones. Sometimes Campanella was really Vincent and I was Giovanni. I'd catch him and he'd scream, laughing as we tumbled, then he'd try to get away again. The giant white bones went on forever like the river of stars above it."
--Sebastian
February 16, 2002