A note left for Averillix
In Brendan's apartment, there is a letter in a large manila envelope sitting on one of the endtables; it is addressed to Averillix. He had written it the morning after Avex stopped by to end their relationship, and it seems he had forgotten to take it with him to mail it when he had left his apartment for the final time...so whatever authorities would eventually be searching his apartment upon learning of his death would most likely find it there. Also in the envelope is a cellphone.
The letter reads as follows:
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Dear Averillix...
As I sit here and write this letter (something that you KNOW I dislike doing, so feel special...ha ha), my feelings are still mixed.
Yes, I am angry and hurt at our 'conversation' last evening, and from the way I was acting you probably thought that I hate you...but nothing could be further from the truth. As a matter of fact, I do understand why you felt you had to make the decision that you did, and if I was in your place I probably would have done the same thing. Something is wrong inside my head, and I think it's progressed too far to be fixed. I think you saw this the last couple times you came here to see me, and despite your attempts to enlighten me, I still insisted that everything was alright.
You deserve to be with someone who could make you happy; I'm not that person, and I doubt I ever would have been. I did nothing but mope around every single minute of the day. You tried to help me, and I refused it every time. Maybe I thought that I eventually would improve just by sitting here doing nothing; that it would be an automatic process. Nothing could be further from the truth, as I've found out.
I tried getting a job, and every time it fell through, basically because of my temper and the fact that I just don't give a rat's ass about anyone other than myself. You never needed to tell me that, because I knew it all along. Maybe it took something like you leaving me to make me actually realize it. Kinda funny how those things work sometimes, huh? I'm laughing my ass off right now. Woops! Look, see? There it goes! Heh. Bad joke, I know.
As far as the cellphone goes...much like the new hat you gave me, it was a gift I had given to you, so I want you to keep it. You could always erase my number off of the address book, it's a generally simple process. You could also erase me from your memory if you'd like; I really have nothing else to offer you. All I can tell you is, go out and find the person out there who you deserve, and who deserves you, and never look back. Who knows, I could be here another sixty years, or I could be gone tomorrow...either way, you don't need to have any correspondence with me. As I said, I will understand. Despite everything I've said, and as odd and sappy as it may seem...I still love you. That is why I wrote this.
I wish you well...may life bring you whatever it is you desire...
- Brendan Schafer
The letter reads as follows:
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Dear Averillix...
As I sit here and write this letter (something that you KNOW I dislike doing, so feel special...ha ha), my feelings are still mixed.
Yes, I am angry and hurt at our 'conversation' last evening, and from the way I was acting you probably thought that I hate you...but nothing could be further from the truth. As a matter of fact, I do understand why you felt you had to make the decision that you did, and if I was in your place I probably would have done the same thing. Something is wrong inside my head, and I think it's progressed too far to be fixed. I think you saw this the last couple times you came here to see me, and despite your attempts to enlighten me, I still insisted that everything was alright.
You deserve to be with someone who could make you happy; I'm not that person, and I doubt I ever would have been. I did nothing but mope around every single minute of the day. You tried to help me, and I refused it every time. Maybe I thought that I eventually would improve just by sitting here doing nothing; that it would be an automatic process. Nothing could be further from the truth, as I've found out.
I tried getting a job, and every time it fell through, basically because of my temper and the fact that I just don't give a rat's ass about anyone other than myself. You never needed to tell me that, because I knew it all along. Maybe it took something like you leaving me to make me actually realize it. Kinda funny how those things work sometimes, huh? I'm laughing my ass off right now. Woops! Look, see? There it goes! Heh. Bad joke, I know.
As far as the cellphone goes...much like the new hat you gave me, it was a gift I had given to you, so I want you to keep it. You could always erase my number off of the address book, it's a generally simple process. You could also erase me from your memory if you'd like; I really have nothing else to offer you. All I can tell you is, go out and find the person out there who you deserve, and who deserves you, and never look back. Who knows, I could be here another sixty years, or I could be gone tomorrow...either way, you don't need to have any correspondence with me. As I said, I will understand. Despite everything I've said, and as odd and sappy as it may seem...I still love you. That is why I wrote this.
I wish you well...may life bring you whatever it is you desire...
- Brendan Schafer