⚠️ THIS STORY HAS HEAVY THEMES OF SUICIDE, GRIEF, AND GENERIC HEAVY ANGST⚠️ ---- Childe stared at the envelope on the floor. His name was scrawled on the front of it in what looked like a purple gel pen, and though it was slightly smudged, he could clearly make out who the handwriting belonged to. He opened the envelope, unfolding the letter inside, and beginning to read the first two words at the top of the page. 'Dear Childe.'