Clark

A few weeks should have passed by the time you read this.
If you’ve followed the instructions, you’ll be in Paris.
In one of those chairs that never sit quite level on the pavement
I hope it’s still sunny.

Across the bridge to your right you will see L’Artisan Parfumeur.
You should try the scent, Papillon Extreme.
I always did think it would smell great on you.

– Ca va?
– Oui, Ca va.
– Merci.

There are a few things
I wanted to say and couldn’t,
Because you would have got all emotional.
And wouldn’t have let me finish.
So, here it is.

When you get back home,
Michael Lawler will give you access to a bank account.
That contains enough to give you a new beginning.
Don’t start panicking
It’s not enough for you to sit around for the rest of your life.
But it should buy you your freedom.
At least from that little town above called home.

Live boldly, Clark.
Push yourself. Don’t settle.
Wear those stripy legs with pride.
Knowing you still have possibilities.
Is a luxury, and knowing
that I might have given them to you has eased something, for me.
So, this is it.

You are scored on my heart, Clark.
You were, from the first day you walked in.
With your sweet smile
And your ridiculous clothes.
And your bad jokes.
And your complete inability to ever hide a single thing that you felt.
Don’t think of me too often.
I do not want you getting sad.

Just live well.
Just live.
I’ll be walking beside you every step of the way.

Love, Will

1）血糖高，擔心。血糖低，也擔憂。

2）今天又虛驚一場，還好不用帶爸爸坐救傷車去醫院。

3）WhatsApp 連圖片都消失了…