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Dear Dustin,
If you’re reading this, I’m dead. I don’t want you to feel bad or blame yourself. I’m sure you thought of everything, tried everything, did all you could. You tried to save a baby demodog from a tragic fate so I can only hope I get the same consideration.
I’m sorry for ignoring you and treating you like shit for months. I didn’t want to hurt you like that. I thought my black hole of an existence would hurt you even worse if I stayed close. Maybe that was the wrong idea. Maybe it was how Vecna got to me. I don’t know, we always left the theorizing to you.
I should have played D&D with you that last night before everything. I should have hung out with you for longer last summer. I should have been a better friend because you were such a good friend to me. My best friend. The first one I had here and the last one I managed to push away. It’s a little poetic.
I don't want to be writing these letters right now. I have so little time left. But. I can’t leave it like this. Short and sweet, right? Less is more?
Dustin, you’re brilliant. You’re a genius. You’re funny and brave. You have the biggest heart and you wear it on your sleeve. You have so much love to give. After I’m gone, don’t stop loving people. You’ve been my best friend since you used kindness to stop a monster in the tunnels under Hawkins. I thought that was fairytale shit but you made it real. Take care of everyone okay? Especially Lucas and Steve. Don’t let Mike blame himself. That goes for Nancy too. I’m putting a similar message to you in his letter. Hug Will and El for me, too. Don’t let Robin put ugly flowers on my grave.
I love you. Go discover something crazy for science and name it after me.
-Max