Dear Jason,
It has been two weeks since you died.

You left me broken, and clueless on how to be fixed. Every bone in my body aches for you.

The days have been passing painfully slow. It is beginning to feel as if I'm waiting for something. Waiting for you're return possibly, although I know that is improbable.

As I welcome the night with open arms, bracing the fact that sleep will be out of my reach. I stay up asking myself the same questions over and over again.

"Why me?"
"How could this happen to you...to me?"
"Why would God let this happen?"

However, this only fuels the anger burning in my core. It becomes frustrating to even think sometimes.

Be that as it may, I have decided to write letters to you. I find it gives me a sense of comfort, and I don't need anything more than that as of now.

I miss you dearly, and I know Bruce and Alfred do as well.

Love you forever,
Mariana