Dear Finny,

I know you will never read this, and I’d never get the nerve to actually send it to you anyway. I need to get a few things straight in my own head, and speak from my heart. I never meant to hurt you, though I know I did over and over again. You trusted me and loved me like a best friend. I betrayed you every way I could. This is a confession, not of my purposeful ruining of your life, but of the many things I didn’t do after the accident. I didn’t make my point and get my guilt out in the open, insist that your feeling was true. I didn’t visit you enough, and I didn’t even throw you a welcome back party. I feel like everything that happened this year was my fault. Leper going crazy, you, and even the war- all my fault, all burdens on my back. I left childhood behind when you left me. I kept waiting for you to drag me out of class and off for a game of Blitzball or a run around the fields. Now, the war is over, I am an "adult." Do you remember, Finny, when you said I would have to play sports for you, when you could not? Today walking down the street or going to my job I think of you. All the time, I’m living for you.

                                                                                                Love,

Gene