You stupid, fucking angel. Why the hell would you do that? Why did you let me kill you. Fuck, we had a cure, we had a way to save me. You never needed to die. What the fuck. Why didn't you just let me die instead? I would rather be dead, because that means I could see you again.
I thought for so long that if I just held on for a little longer, that you would come back to me. I figured you would show up behind me or in the backseat of the Impala. I'm still trying to hold on.
I started driving again. South-East this time. I passed a sign a few miles back saying Oklahoma. I just stopped at a motel to write this down. I don't know where I'm going and I don't know if I want to know.
Love you baby,