Anna

Dear Anna,

I could really use a friend like you right now. You’ve been there before, and you understand in a way most people never could. The demons are calling again, and I’m struggling to resist.

You never encouraged me back then, and I admire you for that more than you probably know. But that was another time, and everything feels different now. I’m alone, and they keep whispering my name. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to keep fighting.

There’s something seductive about it, isn’t there? The feeling on my skin, the rivers of color, the strange sense of release. Part of me is afraid I may return there again.

I wish I’d had the chance to say goodbye properly. So if I never hear from you again, goodbye, dear Anna. Goodbye.

Until another time,

David