LeFevre, S, Pvt: There’s been an accident
Klein, O, Pvt:What sort of accident?
LeFevre, S, Pvt: Liv I’m so sorry
Klein, O, Pvt:Steph, you’re scaring me.
LeFevre, S, Pvt: Something’s happened.
Klein, O, Pvt:Steph?
LeFevre, S, Pvt: Oh god Liv
LeFevre, S, Pvt: something’s happened to Ethan.
To: Johan Klein/[email protected]
From: Olivia Klein/OKLEINALEXANDERONBOARD
Date: 02/02/75
Timestamp: 04:17
Subject: Ethan
Hi, Dad,
I’m so tired of starting every letter apologizing for not writing to you more, so I’m not going to. I’m an awful daughter. I get it. It’s not like you ever complained. And I don’t even know why I’m writing this because you’re never writing back but it’s 4am and I haven’t slept in three days and I can feel something building inside of me and if I don’t let it out somehow I’m just going to start screaming and I know I’ll never ever stop.
Ethan’s dead.
Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead Ethan’s dead
E T H A N I S D E A D
Do you remember the word games we used to play when I was little? I’ve just sat here looking at those letters for the past fifty minutes and all I can see is the anagrams
Its end ahead
A death dines
Heed st aidan
He’s dead, Dad. Electrocuted in the server core.
Freak accident, they said.
Oh God
I know I only knew him a month. But if I close my eyes I can still smell him on my uniform and I can’t wash it because of the water rationing and God, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
I can’t do this again, Daddy.
I can’t go to another funeral and hear another eulogy and cry myself to sleep for the next six¦¦¦ing months. I can’t walk around like a ghost inside my own skin and wonder who the¦¦¦I am every day. I can’t.
At least I got to say goodbye to you. Even if you didn’t remember. I was sleeping when Ethan left. I didn’t even know he was gone, and now he’s gone forever and he’s never coming back and I can still smell him every time I close my eyes.
God, I miss him.
