Dear Tyler,

I know I am not the one who normally writes to you, but I am sure once you hear the situation you will understand why it is me and not Emily penning this. However, I believe it would be best for me to tell you what has happened these years since she and I left New York City. I know Emily never wrote you after we came to England but I am sure I can satisfy you with a decent explanation for that. Just to be clear, she absolutely never forgot about you.

Emily and I left for London the summer after we were engaged. We spent those months in a flat in a slightly doggy part of the city but the flat was lovely, had excellent security, good internet, and was right by an underground station. We were dedicated to college applications most evenings but made time for nights out. Our hard work paid off and we both made it into colleges at Oxford; we skipped dorm life and switched to a flat there. I studied Literature and Education while Emily went for Creative and Technical Writing.

After we completed our degrees, we went back to New York to get married. Her mother, Aiden, Ally, your father, your mother, your stepfather, and Ally's father were all in attendance. Caroline and her girlfriend came all the way from Italy, where she was living permanently. She and Emily had recently struck up quite a friendship through emails. Caroline's girlfriend was a lovely Italian woman with the kindest spirit. The most surprising guests were Emily's stepsisters. Through Ally we learned that Emily's father's temper had worsened and this resulted in him becoming overly strict and frequently yelling at the girls for no reason. Ally was called in when Michelle and Mandy were caught with alcohol on school property. There was talk of talking them out of the home, which led to Emily discussing the situation with me the night before our wedding. We agreed swiftly that the next school year, the girls should come live with us. This probably was not the happiest topic to discuss the day before our "Big Day', but it displayed one of the many things that made me love Emily beyond words. She was the bravest person I had ever known. At one o'clock on the morning, hours before the ceremony, Emily called her father to let him know that if he did not let Mandy and Michelle come live with us, she would write to every local newspaper about everything that had happened while she lived in his house. I wish I could have somehow been able to see his face. Needless to say, neither he nor his wife had been invited to our wedding.

We had a beautiful little wedding at St. Paul's Chapel. Emily chose the place and it took me a while to figure out why. St. Paul's is the oldest surviving church in New York. It survived the 9/11 attacks and was a place of rest for all who helped in the aftermath. I think she believed that made her closer to you; it was the best she could have in place of you actually being at our wedding. Emily never discussed her choice with me but I have a feeling as to the reasoning behind it. She opened up a lot to me about you but some things she still kept to herself. We all made that chapel the perfect place for the ceremony. Emily's mother walked her down the aisle, crying the whole way. My parents were away on a trip but managed to send me a bottle of champagne and a card. Aiden took a billion pictures.

We honeymooned in Chicago, spending most of our time at the museums and in the hotel room. I had never seen a lake as large as Lake Michigan before.

After the honeymoon we returned to England and moved to Windsor because I had been offered a job at Eton. Emily started out at the local library and in time saved up to start her own bookstore and even published a few of her own. A few months after we moved, Emily's stepsister joined us. There was an almost instant improvement in their attitudes. They did well in school and both got scholarships to colleges in London. A year later, after Michelle and Mandy had moved on from college to internships, Emily found out she was pregnant. On Febraury 6th our son Tyler Aiden Watson was born. We made a trip back to the states so everyone could see him. Ally greeted us with her new daughter Amelia from Uganda and Ally's father proposed to Emily's mother at the airport. They married a week later so we could be there to witness it.

But that was all a lifetime ago. Almost everyone is gone now.

I am writing to you because Emily is very sick. At age 81, her health is failing. Our son is away with the Peace Corp and he is trying everything to get home but right now she needs you. I don't know what the afterlife holds but please, if you could, look after her for me.

Please, I love her. She is my world and I need her to be looked after while we are apart.

Please, Tyler. Please.

Emily sat on a bench in Central Park. It seemed like a normal day except the park was completely deserted and a mist hung on the ground. She sat in the stillness, squinting into the fog.

Then, just ahead, she saw a figure.

"Hello?" She called out.

No answer.

"Um…Hello?" She repeated.

The figure drew closer, moving quickly into her sights.

"Emily." The voice said.

"Who are you?" Emily asked.

"It's me. I'm here." It answered.

"James?" She asked as she stood up.

"No." The voice replied then came right up on her.

"…Tyler?"

He was a living photograph.

Emily reached out to pull him in for a tight hug.

Her eyes teared up.

"James?" She asked.

"He'll, be alright. I'm going to be here for you until he comes." Tyler said.

"Is everyone else here?" Emily inquired.

"Yes." Tyler answered, taking her by the hand, "You can see them."

"I missed you…in my own way." Emily said giving his hand a light squeeze.

"I know." Tyler replied, "I missed you too."

Then, together, they walked into the end.

((And that's the end! I guess had I to come all the way to England to get inspired to finish it. I have been playing around with Inglourious Basterd fanfictions so those might be coming at some point. Thank you so much for reading and leaving reviews. I loved this movie so much, and you know what's weird? Tomorrow on one of the channels here they are showing Remember Me! Perfect timing. Until next time, loves!))