Real Or Imaginary Pt. 2

"Nancy, if it wasn't for you I'd never see what it was like to have a best friend. It's cheesy, yeah I know but you were the one who showed me how to care, how not to and most importantly how to love . The fact that I could have trusted you with anything in the whole world was the best feeling ever. Look, I know it's hard to say It. But farewell darling. No worries, it's not forever. Don't give up. Keep fighting this disease I lost my life to . I love you bestfriend."
"What? No! You can't do this to me Carlos! Noo!" I yell from the top of my lungs. I rush into his room. It's empty . No reminder of him. Nothing. The room and I have much in common now. With out Carlos we're empty, we're alone, we have no company, no one to be comfortable with, no one to connect with in a way the human mind or any other mind can explain.
I call his mother and ask for him. She replies with a sigh. It takes her a while to tell me that he's gone. I tell her everything that has happened over the last week . "Look Nancy, take a deep breath and get some rest. I'll be there In the morning to talk to you." In the morning she arrives. "when did it happen?" "At 12:30am, last week" his mom says.
In confusion I sit up. "what? That's impossible! He gave me this letter four days ago. I look all over the room, no letter. "I put it right here, under my pillow before I went to sleep."
"Nancy, he isn't gone. He lives in our hearts. Don't be sad child. It hurts us that he isnt here with us, by our side but...His suffering days are over. He feels no pain anymore."
She walks away . I love you .
"love you too" I say still in shock and in confusion.
As I lay back down and put my arm under the pillow for comfort, I feel it. The letter. The same one that I opened last night, the one with the hour 12:30am imprinted on it . As I open it again, all I see are the words, "bestfriends forever, beautiful."
It all clicks. He came back from the dead just to make sure I'm ok with it. A tear drops from my left eye and I smile, "bestfriends forever, strange Weirdo"
(Strange weirdo because I always said he was since the first day we met).
I whisper . The tear drops on the letter but strangely enough no water mark appears. I know it's his strange way. So I keep on smiling. "For him."