That night, after the children were sent to bed, we sat in the living room and talked. Oliver told me all about his life. Work, how he and Cami met, the kids' hobbies. And I told him about mine. Aunt Amelia, writing, seeing Jenette again. He had tried to find me as well. Just like Jenny, his search didn't reach far.


Camilla was silent as she listened. Every now and then I would see her wipe a tear or bite her lip as if she was holding back her own stories. She didn't say a word. I would look to her only to get a sad smile, before we would both turn back to Oliver.


It wasn't until the next day, when Oliver left for work and Cami returned from taking the kids to school, that she finally opened up. "He isn't well." She had said. At first, I thought the worst. He's dying. That little voice inside my head repeated over and over. It wasn't what I thought. It wasn't cancer or some scary disease. Cami explained the internal battle that Oliver had been fighting for longer than she had known him. She told me about the demons. The monsters.


Camilla explained how hard she had tried to help him. The late nights and the hospital visits that always ended in admission to level five. She explained how hard he tried to shield the kids from it all and how sometimes he wouldn't come home for days, claiming that he couldn't let them see him like that. She told me that the first time it happened, she searched without rest until he finally came home.


For weeks I tried to help too. But despite my presence. Despite the love that filled the home they had built together. Something was broken in Oliver. Something that not Camilla, nor me, not even the twins could fix.


On the 14th of November 2024, Oliver Westley, the boy with the orange hair and the freckles and the lisp, lost his battle.


Dear Oliver Westley.


My best friend. My soul mate. My longest love.


Today my heart is no longer whole.


Today I bury your body but your memory stays with me, always. You take a piece of me with you to whatever happens next. A piece of me that has been yours since the day we met. Today I bury you with the time capsule we made as children, in that little house on Keeruwi Place. And you leave me with a new family.


I will carry your love with me, to give to them in your absence. Your beautiful wife Camilla, my new sister, my new best friend.


Your son, Joey, the boy who looks identical to his father and loves just as hard.


Your daughter, Clara, her smile that somehow shines brighter than your own.


And me, Clara Louise Tate, your twouble twin, your longest friend, your anchor to a world that you no longer reside in.


I found you in this life, now it's your turn for the next.


Find me Oliver Westley.


Love always,


Clara Louise