He's gone. You have to get use to that.

Garry scoffed.

"This handwriting...."he said.

Annie gazed at him.

"What?, what about it?"she inquired.

Garry breathed out and wiped his face down with his palm.

"Nothing."he lied.

"Who...sent it?"he asked.

"I don't know. Josè came to drop it this morning. Said he found it in the mailbox."Annie explained.

"And you don't know who might have send it?."

"It might be a prank message. That's why I concluded it to be."Annie replied.

Garry squeezed the paper as he stared away in the room.

"Larry is really gone. We should try to understand that. Crying for a thousand decades won't bring him back."Garry suddenly said.

"It's... it's just hard to believe. No,he is not dead. He might probably be playing games on us....I don't believe..this is all just a nightmare... that I will soon wake up from and see Larry's face as he call me pink face, little miss....kiss stealer..."

Garry looked at her and he didn't know if he should laugh or cry.

Seriously?.

He took his eyes away.

"We have to live in the rea