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IT'S SOUTH - IV (END)

Note: This letter was written later after the concert.

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Dear Stan,

I seriously have no idea on how to write this letter, because I've never written one in my entire life. Rocky said I should just write everything I feel, so that's what I'm going to do.

I feel hurt.

It's very painful, Stan. The feeling after taking a lot of drugs, the thick plastic tubes connecting my flesh to these huge machines. It hurts a lot.

I also feel hot.

I didn't know why since it's already December, so I should be feeling cold instead. But it's so hot, I'm literally sweating right now. I feel so hot that my little sister had to turn the air conditioning units on and wipe the continuous drops of sweat on my forehead.

By the way, Rocky and I had to book an urgent flight back to Illinois, because I seriously feel like I'm going to pass out any second and never be able to open my eyes again. So we are currently here at home. I'm sorry I wasn't able to tell you about this sudden vacation. This is why I decided to write you a letter.

Mom is here, holding my hand while crying her heart out. Rocky's right beside me, guiding me as I write this letter for you. Dad is currently outside, trying to dial everyone he knows just to get a doctor for me, since we couldn't get to the hospital because the snow isn't showing any sign of stopping.

I feel scared too, Stan.

I'm scared that dad wouldn't be able to find someone to help me. I'm scared that I might not even finish this letter at all. I already told Rocky to make sure you get this, because I might not be the one to give it to you, which scares me the most.

I'm scared that I might never see you again.

Or hug you like I did just a few hours ago.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my condition like Alyssa told me to. I didn't want you to worry. But I've been spending the past few days debating if I should do it or not. I know you believe me, and I'm already thankful for that.

I didn't really expect to ever be writing this letter for someone. I thought I was gonna grow old all by myself, since I don't ever get a chance to go to parties or clubs in hopes of meeting the love of my life there. Fortunately, I found him just at the apartment next to mine.

From the day I found your lost camera bag at the bus stop, I already knew it belonged to someone special. I mean, out of all the people walking by that bus stop, I was the one who found it. So that has to mean something. I didn't want you to think of me as the type of person who believes in shit like destiny and love at first sight and all that, but I'm assuming this letter exposes the truth for me, isn't it?

I also feel happy.

I'm happy that I got to meet you outside your apartment because you were desperately searching for the old camera that I happen to pick up at the bus stop that night. Still think it's a coincidence? 'Cause I know it's not.

I'm happy that I got to look at those alluring hazelnut orbs that you have the moment you turned around when I said my first "Hi." Oh, how I love drowning in those pools of chocolate brown. I couldn't even remember how many times I already got lost on those captivating gems. I just knew I'm never gonna get tired of looking at them and admiring the absolute magic they possess.

I know this might sound horrible, but I'm also happy that you and Alexa broke up because if not, then I wouldn't get to meet you at all. I know how amazing your previous relationship with her was, and I'm not ever gonna try to compete with that. I didn't even know why I wanted to finish watching every video the two of you have on that old camera of yours considering that I was so inlove with you. I know I should be jealous because that's what a normal person would feel after seeing the love of her life flirt and laugh with another girl, right?

I don't know. Maybe I just really liked seeing you happy even though it wasn't because of me.

I'm so happy that I had the urge to watch every video in your camera because if I didn't, then I wouldn't be able to find out about your insane obssession with the songs of the 1975 (which plays on the background of literally every single video in that thing.) God, you have no idea how much that made me happy, because I'm obssessed with them too! Maybe it was just really meant to be.

Anyway, I don't have any idea on how to end a letter, because like I said, I've never written one before. So I'm just going to say this to you once again.

I love you.

Please don't be sad if ever I'm not the one to give you this letter. Like I told you, I like seeing you happy. It makes me feel the same way.

I know it's impossible not to cry if ever I'm not the one to give this to you, so I'm gonna let it pass the first time. I don't want to see you from heaven crying over and over because seriously, I'm gonna go down there and haunt you for the rest of your life. I already texted Dennise and asked her to summon me from the dead if you ever try to do something I wouldn't like. That bitch knows some serious voodoo, so you better make sure that I see you from up there living your life and being as happy as you can be.

And when you miss me, just remember this.

You're Stanley South.

You're the love of my life.

It means that everyone else is just a waste of my time.

I love you so much to all the galaxies and back, and I always fucking will.

Don't ever forget me.

Forever yours,

Chloe <3

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"Sir?"

The brown haired boy turned around and saw an old man in a casual clothing standing in front of him. He was confused about whoever that guy was, but nevertheless, he answered politely.

"Yes? Can I help you with something?"

"I'm the man who takes polaroid pictures from the recent concert. I realized I didn't had the chance to give the actual photo to you. So, here it is." The man said, reaching towards the direction of the brown haired boy.

"Oh, yeah. I do remember you." He said as he took the polaroid picture from the old man.

The brown haired boy stared at the tiny piece of photo in his hand. It was a photo of him and Chloe at the concert of the 1975. He smiled to himself, reminicing the wonderful memory that he's never planning to ever forget.

He didn't even know how to feel when Rocky gave him the letter. He remembered crying his eyes out that night, feeling destroyed, incomplete, and lost. It just hurts everywhere, he almost even felt numb because of the pain.

Thinking about the possibility that the reason for the death of the girl he loved is because of the most unforgettable night they had at that concert just clenches his heart and tears it into tiny little pieces. He regrets not being able to hug the green eyed girl tighter and longer that night and to kiss the fuck out of those luscious pink lips. But the thing that he regrets the most is not being able to say 'I love you' back.

And remind Chloe, the love of his life, that he always will, too.

He didn't realize that he was already starting to get lost in his thoughts while staring at the picture, if the man didn't clear his throat to get his attention back.

"I'm sorry, what?" The brown haired boy asked after blinking his thoughts away.

The man smiled, gesturing with a black marker that he got from his camera bag. "Do you want me to write on it for you?"

He didn't hesitate to smile black and politely nodded, handing the small picture back to the old man.

"Is there a specific caption, sir?" The man asked as he wore his glasses.

The brown haired boy had to stop of a moment to think of an amazing caption. Something memorable. Something magical.

Just as magical as Chloe.

However, he realized that he wasn't really good at putting words together, so he decided that their names would do. "Uhm, just write 'Chloe and South'."

The man nodded, starting to paint the letters down on the picture beautifully using the black ink. South watched as he did. However, when the old man was about to write the second name mentioned, he stopped him at the very last minute.

"Wait, no." The brown haired boy said, causing the old man to look up at him questioningly. "Actually," He said, looking at the beautiful green eyed girl in photo, whose hands were wrapped around his neck while pouting in an attempt to do a cute pose, and then back to the old man.

"It's Stanley."

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