You were my everything.
And I guess I was your nothing.
Because right when I needed you..
You left me.
You packed your stuff and walked out the door.
But now how am I supposed to find you? You joined wicked. You let them use you.
And now I hear from my own brother you're sick.
You have the flare.
The love of my life is sick and is going insane.
And you probably don't even remember me now.
It's been years.
But little do you know,
Thomas is coming to get me.
Jorge is in on it too.
So are Brenda and Minho.
Next stop, home sweet home. Mississippi.
Please don't go crazy just yet.
Please remember me.
Please don't hurt yourself.
-Y/N
It was too late.
You're already losing sanity.
And seeing me doesn't help.
I love you.
Goodbye.
I hope you're better there.
