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It was weird his dreams were full of this ominous figure. At times it was just a disembodied voice which always sounded different but its way of speaking was the same. Most of the time it resembled a cat. That strange creature tried to tell him Sasha will soon follow another path apart from him and this world.
It sounded scary to him and he could not imagine his child just leaving without a trace yet there he was lying awake at night while Sylvia was soundly asleep next to him.
His relationship to his kid wasn’t the best and he knew that. There was also no excuse for it and he knew that. Sure his ex-wife was always up for a fight and their relationship was built on their highschool friends shipping them.
That was no excuse to neglect Sasha the way he did and leave him vulnerable in his and his kids mothers divorce drama. Sasha was still a child back then and still is despite her…-no it was him now- growing up.
The strain in their relationship was and is a testament to how big all of these events were for him. Yet he still came to his and Sylvia's wedding with his girlfriend and seemed to be enjoying himself.
Before seeing Sasha in that Karaoke Booth huddled close to Anne he never understood the overly close connection his kid had with her. Neither with her or Marcy but they obviously made him happy. Happy where he himself obviously couldn’t. Even that brown girl's parents took better care of Sasha then he was capable of.
Rest in Peace to them and their cat he would always be eternally grateful for what they did and what they meant for his kid. Both of them just had a habit of picking up neglected kids it seemed.
Whenever he looked, to be fair that wasn’t often or on a regular basis anyway, there was another kid they picked up. It ended up being four the last time he looked and it was honestly admirable how they were raising their own kid and taking care of three others.
He slowly got out of the bed and walked towards the door. Turning around he looked at Sylvia with a smile at the corner of his lips. Slowly making his way to the kitchen with the intent of drinking water and going to sleep again.
Yet when he put the now emptied glass away a strange feeling overcame. His feet guided him to his front door and he slowly opened it, his eyes glancing over to the mailbox. He sighed and opened it, finding a… piece of paper?
With a frown he further examined it. The moonlight did shit to actually show the writing that seemed to be on it. Closing the door again and sitting down at his office desk he put on his reading lamp.
His heart sank as his eyes began to register what this was.
Hey Dad,
there really is no appropriate way to start this fucking letter than saying despite all our differences thank you for everything you did especially recently. Dealing with mom truly was an olympic sport and you somehow did it while working your ass off so I could have things.
This might be like super abrupt but when you read this I probably won’t be here anymore. I am well and alive, at leastI hope that that psychotic creature from hell's ass crack or wherever didn't trap us in a death spiral.
Some weird destiny bullshit I don’t even understand but it’s like straight out of a sci-fi piece Marcy would love. I am just over here rambling bullshit I know but I don’t think there is much I want to tell you other than what I said.
Even if this time we spent bonding was short it truly meant the world to me. You remember my great as mom and your highschool romanced now ex-wife (tell her goodbye and thanks for nothing from me).
To be fair she is one half of what put me into this world so I guess thank her for that. But honestly don’t force yourself to talk to her. The only reason she spent time with me was to mold me into her ideal little cheerleading puppet.
Don’t get me wrong I love cheerleading but I deserved more than being that to her. Anyway this isn’t about her. I am past needing her attention.
Two of the most important people in my life who were truly there for me while you were dealing with her fight and attention seeking self are gone now. Mr and Mrs Boonchuy mean the world to me and I can finally say that you do too.
I know my departure into a possible new universe will break your heart and it honestly kills me to know that. By the way if some sneaky cosmic LSD trip looking cat appears in your daily life or dreams it’s not psychosis it’s just a demon incarnated.
It’s the same piece of shit that told us that Mr and Mrs Boonchuys including Domino's death needed to happen so Annes memorable ties to earth were severed and her stay in the new universe would be permanent.
I know this sounds like I took drugs and at first I thought I did but no this shit actually happened.
Long story short, love you dad. I hope that piece of shit doesn’t bother you and you and Sylvia can live a stress free life with maybe even younger half siblings of mine. You deserve nothing less. Thank you for everything you did for me Dad even if the time was brief.
With lots of love and a lot more cheese on top your kid, Sasha.
Scorching tears were running down his cheeks. He felt himself break into sobs and drop to his knees an amalgamation of various feelings bubbling in his stomach. Sylvia walked in on him in this state and her worry bled into heartbreak.
Clutching the last piece of memorabilia of his only child close to his chest. Sylvia held him close and listened to his whispered regrets.
“I neglected my only child for a petty fight.”