Title: A TechCom Trainee's Journal

Chapter 12: The Letter

Author's Note: This is the letter that he received. Assume he folded it up and stuck it in the back of his Journal.

The Letter

My Love,

If you are reading this, either you broke into my locker, or I never made it back from West Hollywood. I hope for your sake that the former is true, but somehow I doubt it. If the latter is true, then I am truly sorry. I'm sorry we'll never again share another sunset. I'm sorry I'll never again get to look into your beautiful eyes. I'm sorry I'll never again feel your warm breath against my neck as you hold me close. But most of all, I'm sorry to have left you with a broken heart.

You might cry for me, but your tears shouldn't be only tears of sorrow. While you mourn my death, you should also find joy in your heart as you recall the memories of our love. I want you to remember the passion we shared, and I want you to know that you've made me the happiest woman to have ever lived, and died. They say that love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop. I guess if you consider death to be the end, then this is certainly true of us, because even as I write this, my vision is blurred by the tears in my eyes. But I believe that death is just a doorway, and until I see you pass through it and join me in this place, I will always love you.

As much as I want to see you come through that doorway and join me once again, I don't want it to happen for a long time. I wish you a long and happy life. Someday, when another woman finds her way into your arms, I hope she brings you all the joy and happiness you deserve. And if you give her half the love that you gave me, she will indeed be very lucky. All I ask, is that even when your heart has been claimed by her, do not forget about me. I hope that even when you have moved on, and are fully devoted to her, there will be a special spot deep in your soul that will always whisper "Allison, I'll never stop loving you," because the saddest thing in the world I can imagine, would be loving someone that USED to love me.

Finding someone to share your life with is a rare thing in this broken world, so understand that even though we have now lost it, we had what most people only dream of.

Truly yours until the end of time,

-Allie

Closing Notes: That concludes this fanfiction. The storyarc I had originally planned out when I first started writing this fic actually ended with the last chapter, but I came up with the idea of Allison's letter while I was writing it and added it to the end. This was intended to be the love story of the journal author and Allison, and I believe it has come full circle now, so any subsequent entries would just be tacked-on and aimless, so I am ending it here.

Why did he stop writing in his journal? Maybe he lost it. Maybe he was killed on a mission. Maybe it reminded him of too many sad memories so he couldn't bare to continue. It's up to the individual reader, as is his identity, which I intentionally kept anonymous throughout this fic.

I want to thank all of the regular readers/reviewers for your comments on this piece. It is as much of a joy reading your comments as it is writing the story itself.