They said I was alone. I was alone when they found me, almost frozen to death in that graveyard by the stones that mark my father, my mother, my brother Drake. But that only means she left, you can see that. Any fool could. But I’m glad she got away. Truly I am. But you must realize she was with me all the time, every step of the way.
I’m going to kill myself now. It will be much better. I’m tired of all the guilt and agony and bad dreams, and also I don’t like the noises in the walls. Anybody could be in there. Or anything.
I’m not crazy. I know that and trust that you do, too. If you say you aren’t crazy that’s supposed to mean you are, but I am beyond all those little games. She was with me, she was real.
I love her. True love will never die. That’s how I signed all my letters to Betsy, the ones I tore up.
But Nona was the only one I ever really loved.
It’s so hot in here. And I don’t like the sounds in the walls.
Do you love?
Yes, I love.
And true love will never die.