There's only one thing worse than a friend that's close to you dying. It's finding out that hell they went through before death.

Rhaffe. You were loved. I only wish I made it clear just how much, and I know I'm not the only one. We regret not being able to help, and I regret not being able to do that RP with you.

There's a lot I'd like to say to you, but I guess it's too late now. I just hope that the things I've heard aren't true.