Valley of Love Page #2

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I'm the child you bore,

and now I'm dead.

I'm dead and you're alive.

As I write this, I'm not sick.

I don't do drugs or belong to any cults.

I'm of sound mind.

I can picture dad's face

as he reads his letter.

I don't like the way he's looking at me.

I've never liked that look.

And you, mom,

we haven't seen

each other much lately, huh?

3 years ago,

I went to that festival to see you.

I was a few feet away,

but I didn't go up to you.

You didn't see me...

but I saw you.

I stood there thinking about

how you were my mother.

How I came out of your stomach,

but it didn't mean much.

When I picture you,

it's always

with your anxious mom expression.

That's how I always knew you:

anxious.

Dad is a totally different story.

I love you, my parents.

I think I've always loved you.

I mean I could never bring myself

to fully hate you.

I won't get into it here,

that's not the point.

I'll cut to the chase, because...

if you do what I ask,

the three of us will meet again.

What I want,

and it's kind of my only dying request,

isn't for you to visit my grave,

or to think about me.

I don't want to get into how or why,

and I think things will be clearer

when we meet.

I'm dead, and that's a fact.

But I'm coming back.

Be in Death Valley on 12 November 2014.

Both of you.

Yes, you read right, you and dad.

It might sound like a bad joke,

but I swear it's the truth.

I swear on your... kids' lives.

My half-brothers and sisters,

and dad's kids.

It's my only shot at coming back.

That's the contract.

You both have to be there.

There's a schedule

with the exact places, dates and times

where you're to wait for me,

because I will return.

Only briefly, but I'll be there.

And I'll see you both.

I know you won't be there

because you think I'm crazy,

or to honor my memory.

No, deep down inside you,

you'll find another reason

to do me this favor.

Because it's really for yourselves

that you'll be doing it.

I died March 24th at 4PM.

My boyfriend went out.

I killed myself as planned.

The week of November 12th,

I promise we'll meet again.

I'll be in one of the seven

Death Valley landmarks.

Wait for me there.

Mom, I'll see you soon.

Your son, Michael,

who'll stay your son,

now and forever.

What's "the contract"?

I won't repeat myself,

you know what I think.

I read that letter dozens of times.

I had people read it to me.

I copied it by hand.

I gave it to 3 graphologists.

It's authentic.

His handwriting.

All we know is Michael's dead,

and we're both here.

Both of us.

To put it behind us.

- Put it behind us?

- Yes.

- Can I read your letter?

- If you want to.

Are we having dinner together?

Of course we are.

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