dear neil,
i went to visit your grave again today. keating was there. it was so good to see him, but there was a part of me that was just too afraid to go up to him. still, though, i did what you would have done and walked over to him.
as i sat down beside him, i looked at his face. he was bright red with an endless stream of tears flowing down his face. apparently this was the first time he'd gotten to visit you since he got fired from welton. it was truly heartbreaking, and i didn't know what else to do, so i just sat there and cried with him. it was so strange to see a man, who i viewed as impenetrable, being so vulnerable and broken.
you felt like nobody would miss you. well... me, keating, and the rest of the dead poet guys miss you. so much.
the world doesn't feel like the world when you're not here. the world stopped spinning when you died. i wish i could revive you somehow.
i miss you,
todd.
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dear neil (continuation)
FanfictionSo this is my own little fan-made thing since I loved the original so much. This is my version of a continuation of @itsonetwenty 's beautiful set of letters from Todd to Neil. So I hope you enjoy!! "a series of letters sent to neil by todd after hi...
