Sometimes I hear the waves crash in endless tandem, the powerful slap of water upon wet sand. It scares me, mostly, but sometimes it’s nice. It reminds me that our time was real. I haven’t been to that beach in a while; hell, I haven’t been there since… I don’t even remember anymore, Cas.
Our time to be together again is coming close. I’m almost eighty-four! Bet you didn’t see that one coming, huh. I’m up in a hospital by the shore, a different beach, but it’s still reminiscent of the place where you were so beautiful.
I still have my camera, Cas. I still have old photos of you when you were young and invincible. And, God, I can’t look at them anymore, Cas. The nurses took them away because they thought they were bad for me. I don’t understand why they don’t just let me have them; it’s not like I have much time anyways. But that’s okay; we’ll be together soon.
We’ll be together soon, Cas.