I didn’t know that Andrew could tell how much pain I was in. Living in this decaying body hasn’t been easy. I didn’t know that Andrew loved me so much that he would so gladly go into the afterlife with me.
And I didn’t know he thought I’d be able to go with him.
The deal was that I’d return to the realm of the living to live out the rest of Andrew’s natural life. He was supposed to die when he was 82 years old. Either way, I have to live those remaining years.
With or without him.
It was hard, burying him with my muscles quickly decaying. I’m not as strong as I used to be. But I couldn’t bear the thought of his family finding him like this… better for them to think he up and disappeared. Maybe I can write a convincing enough letter to give them some semblance of peace.
I only have one good eye and that’s slowly collapsing in my skull. Writing this has been a challenge. I’m glad this confession is almost over.