To  The_Hookaloof

You were everything to me, and I don't know what the world, my life, or the point is without you. But I know, you'd want me to go on being brilliant and working to do what I can and to keep caring for everyone I can in whatever ways I can, because that was the deal. You would do your best to be someone who can inspire everyone you could, and be there for anyone I could. But... it's hard. I don't know how I can be there for anyone who needs me when I'm so... broken. h0ll0w, even. I know you hated that bit. But what do I have now? Your memory, our worlds, the characters, and the bits. I'll do my best to make you proud baby bear. I'll do my best.

I hope you don't worry too much about me. I'll have Zubbz, I'll have Mira, I'll have the people who knew us best, and I'll have the people who you kept close. I won't have you, I know, but... I'll be okay eventually, I promise-- but only because you'd want me to. They're not going to like me. They won't like me. It's so difficult. I know full well that I'll never forget when you said "For me to die young, beloved and free would be like a dream come true". But... did you have to really do it? Couldn't you have grown just a bit older? Couldn't we have had just a bit more time?

She drew an Amunash for you, one more Amunash, just for you. I know she was your favorite*. I miss Cake. Do I do that? Do I just keep doing our bits alone and into the void? Or is it into the void at all? I hope you can hear me, and that you know that you weren't just an inspiration, and you weren't just beloved. You were cherished. My bright star in a world that just... hurt. And this hurts too, Hookie, God does it ever. But, sometimes that's what happens with things. Always, actually. Things always end. I just wish it wasn't like this.

I'm going to keep that journal. "It's because you would listen to me that I will listen to you, and it doesn't matter if you vent daily and I never do, or vice versa, it's a promise to be open, fair, and always genuine." I might vent daily. I might just tell you how hard it was to get out of bed.

Do you remember this?

"But you remain respectable. Your lashing out at the shift in attitudes and behaviors makes me sad not because my friend is being mean to me, but because I think my way is better, but you don't. You do value the difference, but to a different end. It's eminently respectable, and I would never, and didn't ever intend to imply that you had decided you were better than the world.

That's not who my dissy is. He's creative. And kind. And prone to anger and fits of irrationality. He's confusing. But funny. Very funny. And learning. And growing. And also fucking annoying sometimes, but not because he talks too much, never because he talks too much."

I'll keep learning and growing, if only for you.

おはようは別れの時に, さよなら＝またね, それからまた日が暮れ眠る頃, 君が夢にいたよ　イロカサネテ
-Dissy

P.S. *I'm sorry it wasn't Eek. I'm sorry, but I couldn't handle it. Not yet. It's too real and I'm still in the fog.

P.P.S We've got a cringe emotional furry piece with tonal mismatch from the subjects. Does that mean we hit the big time, bbbear? Are you proud?