✉
My muse died while your muse was away. Send me a ‘✉’ for a letter my muse had left for yours before they passed away.
Dear Wendy,
How is it possible? I saw an angel right before my eyes even before the sickness could take me. And they said living life is not as beautiful as descending into heaven. At the moment you walked into the cafe with your rosy cheeks and your captivating hair colour, I was hypnotised. Who would have thought you and I would get to be friends? I want to say sorry for so many things. I’m sorry I bought the last blueberry cheesecake when you wanted to, too. I’m sorry I can be a bit too immature at times, and lastly, I’m sorry we didn’t get to spend so much time together.
I wanted to ask you a lot of questions, get to know you better and even take you out to places and eat good food with you. There are so many things I wanted to do and I — I’m sorry I could not fulfill anything at all. Like they said ‘life is too short’, I guess I took that saying for granted. Maybe, in the next life, we’ll meet each other again, yeah? Right now, it’s time for me to sleep. Bedtime for the little kid Aster, heh. This is probably going to be a really long rest, so you don’t have to wait for me to wake up, okay?
While I’m asleep, you should go out and explore the world, there’s so much waiting for you — good food, good music, and good friends. Just imagine that I’m there with you the whole time. My time is up, the clock is slowly ticking towards the end. I’ll see you whenever you think of me. Don’t forget to be happy, I can see when you’re frowning! Chin up, beautiful. You’re wonderful, and I’ll miss you.
— obviously not peter pan.