#C.W. Longbottom kin

[dear-fictionkin]

Trigger warnings for tagging: character death, suicide

Dear C.W. Longbottom, (and this is addressing any C.W.'s who read this, I'm not addressing the one from my canon because he lived longer),

First of all, I just wanna say I apparently got the details of your death wrong when I sent that kinfession on fictionkinfessions a while back, apparently it was not so peaceful-- but it was the way you wanted go out, so you at least got that. (Even if it wasn't an original way to go and totally ripped off of Thelma & Louise.) So yeah, laughing at myself for getting it wrong (this is what happens when you read vague articles before watching the episodes).

Anyway, onto the actual reason I'm writing to you: I just want to say while I have no idea what effect, if any, your letter will have on the source version of me, I just want to say in this timeline, this current timeline, I'm taking your words to heart.

I initially came to my college just to get my degree. I had no interest in socializing with people beyond making contacts that could potentially advance my career. I still accidentally made friends, but I've kept them at a distance. I tried to avoid relying on them for anything, because I couldn't trust them. I grew up not being able to trust my parents in this timeline, so it's... not an easy mindset to break out of.

I got into Mythic Quest because of Community and me being Abed Nadir kin and also being a fan of Danny Pudi, I kinfirmed Brad Bakshi, and while that didn't really affect my already present trust issues and. Other things. It led me to joining a sketch comedy club. The same one where I met the person who I'm pretty sure is my David Brittlesbee (and no I have not made a move on him, I don't plan to at the moment, and right now he's not even relevant).

So, in addition to the maybe-David, I also met another person, we'll call him Bee. We didn't start out as friends, we weren't enemies either, but I didn't really care about him at the time. But he accidentally kinda became my friend.

I let him see some of the uglier parts of me. At first I regretted it, and as usual when I show any sort of vulnerability that isn't expressed from behind the safety of a computer screen, I felt gross and sick because I usually feel like I don't matter and that my problems don't matter.

But then, because this is Bee's last semester and he'll be graduating in May of next year, last night during our last show for the semester, he gave me a card. And it was a strange thing, to realize despite the messier parts of me, someone could still (platonically) love me.

And this is kinda where your letter comes in, C.W. While I had seen the first episode of season 3 before that moment, I don't think it truly hit me until that moment how important our connections are. You're right, C.W. We do need to hold onto each other as long as we can. Because it really is all there is, in the end.

I'm making plans to hang out with the rest of sketch comedy club before this semester ends-- but not for work, but because we're friends. I don't know if we can call each other family yet, but I'd like to hope one day, we will be.

And C.W., if we ever run into each other, we should grab a drink sometime. I miss talking to you.

Love,

Brad Bakshi (kin, for tagging purposes)

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