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Dear Chloe,
God, I miss you so much.
Anyway, I don't know if you're alive or dead.
I know you are not Cold and dead, buried somewhere...
You just... disappeared. but I know you were real.
The whole town knew you were real. They are still looking for you. the blue haired punk girl who saved everyone.
The posters are still up; everyone looks at them with wonder and awe.
Everyone knew you went up to the lighthouse during the hurricane, and then the town was saved, and...
you were gone.
So, you're a folk hero, Chloe.
I think you'd got a jacket for that too.
I... I am with Kate and Victoria now. We are trying to make this polyamory stuff work. They love me, and I love them, and I... I think they make me feel like you did.
Happy as much as I can be.
Kate made up with Victoria and they fell in love, and they held me every day while I drowned in grief.
I told them everything, Chloe.
And they didn't blink. They just held me tighter.
The moment for me was when Victoria and Kate kissed me goodnight, and in the haze of grief... I felt like they should be there with me.
So, it took a few weeks, but I confessed to them... over a mountain of pancakes (Victoria is actually sort of not stick thin now, she looks so cute).
Kate looked at Victoria, and Victoria made a face, and handed over $100.
I just started laughing- the first real laugh since you left.
Then we were all laughing, and it felt good. And the world felt a little less dim and little bit bearable.
Mom/Joyce came over and gave me a big hug, and I’m now Caulfield-Price (legal papers be damned).
Joyce had a bet too, and she lost to Kate too.
I became a world-famous photographer too, and an artist; I drew you and me and the week that never was.
I made sure you were never going to be forgotten.
We are currently making a documentary about the 'Arcadia Bay Incident'.
So... onto my own life deets.
Kate is now a watercolor painter and is world famous for her books.
She wrote three books:
one for the bullied lamb and the misunderstood cat (Kate and Victoria's history)
One for the Terrible Trio of Cats (I'm an orange cat, Kate is a white Tabby cat, and Victoria is a black cat)
And the third is... 'Saviour of Arcadia Bay.'
It is about a pirate captain and her trusty first mate saving a town by driving their ship into a storm.
I cried so hard, Chloe.
It was epic and endearing and exactly what I needed.
Victoria sued her parents for neglect, sent them to jail, and took over the Chase Empire.
And... she made an anime show on me and your adventures.
It is called 'Pirates of Arcadia Bay'.
OF COURSE, Victoria is the queen.
Alice the Rabbit is a villain too.
You are voiced by Victoria, of all people. She does an amazing job too.
I found her crying in the studio the other day. Said she missed you so much it hurt.
She told me about the FUCK chemistry joke, and I lost it, and Victoria cried harder and Kate came and heard it and lost it too.
Chloe... I think they are the ones I’m going to stick around with.
Chloe, you should know:
I will always hold a candle for you, Chloe. Always and forever.
You were my first everything; my first kiss, my first love, my first fight, my first protector, and pancake stealer.
Waffles, not so much; Joyce still teases me about Waffles and Pancakes and I just order both.
when you disappeared...
I fucking hated you, you know? I wished for you back and cried myself to sleep for months.
I hated you so much, because you left but also didn't leave.
you were neither here nor there...
But now? All I wanna know is of your dumbass is alive... and hopefully happy somewhere.
I want you to be alive. I NEED you to be alive.
Alive means that you get to be happy.
Alive means maybe you will be okay.
Alive means you get to laugh and sing and feel the cool water of a good shower and your favorite food and sleep soundly.
I love you, Chloe. I will ALWAYS love you.
I am in love with you; I have fallen in love with you since we were kids.
You were always the first person I wanted to see and the last to talk and hold when I slept.
All my dreams were (and still are) of you.
I will always be in love with you, and if you walk up to me tomorrow, it will be like coming home.
Maybe in some other reality, you're living it up, and the entire world feels a little less dim.
I hope you find love again... or another Max. Maybe even try polyamory? It’s actually quite cool, but I know that’s not your style.
Also, I hope that in whatever reality you're in, that you are HAPPY.
You deserve it, my love.
I miss you.
Yours forever, across time and every reality,
Max