Dear Jayme. 21st Letter.

Vivian 25 March 2007

I heard Matt crying in your room today. I ran in, afraid to see your broken shell in his hands. Instead, I was met with your best friend on the ground, praying loudly in tongues. When he saw me, his bloodshot eyes told me everything- you were gone again.

I cradled your friend, poor Matt. Why must you torture him like that, Jayme? He has become a broken man because of you. I heard you promise him, Jay, you told him you'll change, you promised you'll change and that you'll come back. What happened to that promise? Jayme, do you realise that because of this, my entire view of you has changed?

I can't forget how you were like before, the cheerful, the sunny and shy Jayme I knew from the age of 5. I don't think Matt can ever forget that too. We spend today crying, laughing and remembering the good times and the bad times we three shared. Jayme, Matt really really really misses you. How many times must I say that to get it into your thick skull? Oh gosh, Jayme, we love you so much. Please, Jay, stop making us chase after you.