I Write The Ending

Dearest Alex,

I don't suppose you'd like to stop and think for a moment about the many sleepless nights you've given me. About the arguments I've had with friends because my mind wasn't on our relationship but on you. About the many things that have gone wrong -- because of you.

No, I didn't think so.

Take Jennie's death, for example. Yes, I know it was hard for you, and I know that I can't really expect you to understand. And I know that you couldn't really help feeling hard done by. But look at it from my point of view. I mean, I'm best at death scenes. I had to stick in a few of them.

What do you mean, that's a rubbish reason for killing her off? It's a brilliant reason. That was one of my favourite scenes ever.

And then your own death. Yes, yes, I know it was cruel. But don't you think I had it harder? I mean, I sobbed my eyes out. And as for your father, he went half crazy afterwards. It was much harder on everyone else than it was on you, I can tell you that.

It could have been a whole lot worse. At least being stabbed is quick; at least I didn't put you three months of horrible agony or something cruel like that.

So, Alex, next time you think of complaining ... remember that I write the ending.

The End

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