Michael
I was hunched over a blank piece of paper, being unable to write. I could not come up with anything. If I didn’t make it through the night, I needed to take something with me. Some explanation, some goodbye.
First up, the letter to my dad.
"Dad, if you're reading this, I didn't come home. I’m sorry for all the times I let you down, for not being the son you wanted. But I’m still loving Betty, and I can’t regret it. She is worth everything, even my life. Look after her if she's alive. Just make sure she knows it’s not her fault. Love, Michael."
The second letter was harder.
"Betty, I love you. I've always loved you. From that day in your classroom, you dared me to think more, to look beyond the surface. You made me want to grow up. If I get killed tonight, understand this was m
