He

A Story by Winston Erebus

What could've been...

Every now and then, I still walk into his room only to sit in his favorite desk chair and stare at all of the posters on his wall. He had made it his goal to try and cover every inch of his bedroom walls with his favorite movies, bands, TV shows, celebrities, fictional characters, non-fictional characters, etc.

So I sit there in his desk chair, spinning slowly, observing the posters and inhaling the scent of his absence. I think of all the things he’ll never never get to see or experience. Like the new Star Wars movie, or any new episodes of Doctor Who.

He never shut up about Star Wars. He would talk for what seemed like hours about all of the possible theories and plots that the new movie would contain; New theories or plots that he’ll never be able to see come to fruition.

I went and saw the new movie. Alone. Afterwards, I wrote him a letter and explained the entire story in ink. I talked about all of the new characters and villains and how they fit into the story. I mentioned whether or not the theories he had talked to me about on endless occasions were true. Some of them, surprisingly enough, were actually true. And it made me smile to know that he was right all along.

I finished up the letter and placed it in an envelope with his name written on the back of it. I wrote to him with the hopes that he may, in fact, one day read it. But I know, deep down inside, that day will never come.

He’s dead.

He’s gone.

The love of my life.

My nerd.