Re: Muerte / Eddie
I could. There's different ways of living.
[She can't do anything from where she is, but she can practically feel the hurt through the page. But she's (still) no good at being the comforter in these situations.] I'm sorry for you. She was lovely. [And then, because it's important.] How are you? You're still there. [Because handwriting from him is just... odd.]