How are you? I'm fine. You know, it's really funny—Oswald told me that you are dead today. I don't believe him; you can't be dead, Lacie. You're the center of my universe, so you can't be dead. I'm selfish like this, wanting you to be here even if you secretly loathe me.

I feel like I'm the only one listening for you, Lacie. Do you remember that snowy day when we first met? I've heeded your advice: I'll do whatever I can to achieve my goal. I'm finally decided. It's nice, right? Finally, I have a purpose in life. You're that purpose, Lacie, please don't take that away.

Please, anything from you. Even hate will be accepted. Even your ignoring of my existence—mine isn't important, it's yours that is, it was always yours. I'm begging you, please. Do you hear me where you are? Will you wait for me? I'm only a fool reaching for the moon, so I might take a while. But I don't think I can stand it if you don't wait.

Hey Lacie, your favorite flowers bloomed today. Snowdrops. Innocence. I want so badly to put some in a vase, and keep it on my windowsill. But that's exactly what I shouldn't do, right? They're like you, Lacie. You're like a flower. One must leave you alone to get a full dosage of your beauty, and honesty.

I love you. I love you misfortunate eyes, your bitter smile, and your sweet lips. It was only once that we kissed—December 12th—but I still remember it. Do you remember it, Lacie? Did you forget the affection your toy harbored for you?

Oswald doesn't believe you're alive. Don't worry—I do. I'll continue to believe it until this world is shattered, until every last thing alive is dead. And then I'll carry that faith over into the next world, and the next, until I find you again. Even if you don't give me any hints, I'll find you. I've always managed to, haven't I?

Haven't I, Lacie?

Will you answer me now?

I can't…

I can't hear you…

Are you there at all?

Lacie!

Please don't take away my reason for living…