AFTERMATH.
001. ❛ preface of these letters. ❜

If you're reading these, one out
of three things have happened.

ONE: I'm dead
TWO: I'm dying
THREE: Tony found these and should probably mind his own business.

The options are pretty gruesome, and do result in the first two options because that's the only way somebody would find these. These letters started off more as a diary, and I'll admit it was stupid to write about my feelings. But, if I didn't then I wouldn't (you wouldn't) a time capsule for these memories. The first couple of entries are pretty cheesy, and I'm not opposed to any judging of them.

After that, they get more intimate and you'll see why. Mostly because of the reason why I started to write letters once again; because of her. And if you don't know who I'm talking about, then you've been living under a rock. She's troubled like me, and not of pure innocence. She's different, and that's why I'm not afraid to say that I love her.

The only person that I really do hope is reading these are Natasha, and I hope that she's doing fine without me. Because she's strong, and she's knows it.

I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry.