Is this the right email address?
It's me, it's me, Henry. You didn't forget, did you? If you've forgotten, write my name a hundred times in your notebook and remember it.
It's been what, 15 years? I haven't seen or heard from you since I left high school, so it's been about 15 years.
How are you these days? I've never held hands with a girl at my age, let alone married one.
But I'm enjoying my life. Work is tough, though.
I emailed you because I can't sleep well and I was wondering what you've been up to lately. I hope you'll get back to me one day when I've reached the end of my life and I'm dead!
From Henry.
May 16, 2020 a.m. 8:06 a.m.
Long time no see. I just woke up.
I haven't forgotten you, in fact, I've been wondering how you've been lately.
I've been feeling a bit lonely lately. Is it because I haven't seen any of my old friends, including you?
I have saved all the contact information of my friends from when I was a student. It seems strange for me, a quiet and reserved person, to suddenly contact them.
I hope we can meet again someday. I'm still here somewhere in New York, just as I was then, and I'll be waiting for you.
From Watson
May 19, 2020 a.m. 2:56 p.m.
Sorry again for the late night, the reason I didn't reply for 3 days is because they wouldn't let me come home from work.
I thought I was going to die. I just got home.
I hope to see you again someday. I mean, I want to get away.
I need to take a break from my life, forget about my job and my future.
Can you give me an address? Depending on where you are, I might be able to get there.
I'll send you my address too.
From Henry
May 19, 2020 a.m. 3:14 p.m.
Your boss is a terrible guy for not letting you go home for 3 days. I think you should quit that job.
I'll send you the address so you can come over anytime. You can leave the job alone.
From Watson
May 19, 2020 a.m. 3:31 p.m.
Thanks for sending me the address.
You're right, I've decided to quit my job.
I'm going to go to the office in the morning to make arrangements to quit my job and I'll be on my way when I'm done.
From Henry
May 22, 2020 p.m. 7:42 a.m.
I haven't heard from you lately, are you okay? Do you want me to pick you up from there?
From Watson
May 25, 2020, 5:04 p.m.
I'm fine. I'm alive somehow.
I tried to quit my job after that, but they wouldn't let me. They tore up my letter of resignation.
Am I going to die now?
I came home from work after struggling for my life, took all the medicines I had at home, and was rushed to the hospital because I seemed to have collapsed on the street.
I just got home from the hospital today.
I need your help. Am I not even allowed to live?
From Henry
May 25, 2020, 9:10 p.m.
You are not okay. If you leave me alone like this, you could die.
I'm on my way and I don't want you to leave the house. I want you to leave the door unlocked just in case.
What the hell is wrong with society, this is crazy.
From Watson.
On May 25, 2020, Watson drove to Henry's house.
Arriving at Henry's house early the next morning, Watson rang the doorbell of the house, but there was no answer.
Watson, having a bad feeling, entered the unlocked house and found Henry delirious in the bathroom with a gun in his mouth.
Watson tried desperately to soothe him, "Don't die, don't leave me,"
but Henry said,
"Thank you! Thank you! I didn't have anything to leave behind, I didn't deserve myself or anything, but I'm not running anywhere anymore, so at least I'm going to God."
was all he said.
When Watson stepped around back to take the gun from Henry, Henry's brain blew up. The top half of his face was gutted and burned.
A penetrating bullet pierced Watson's neck.
When the police arrived at the house, both men were dead as Watson covered Henry.
Henry's home computer showed a draft of an email that said, "I'm not going to make it.
Ironically, the moon was shining.
The moon was shining.