"Looks like he's not coming back," Jimmy stated. He was looking at the familiar red and blue outfit Perry held in his hand. Above them a gaping hole in the ceiling of the apartment was still dropping pieces of insulation where something had shot through.
"Why do you say that?" Perry asked.
Jimmy handed him a letter he'd found on the floor under pieces of the ceiling. Perry began reading and knew his young photographer was right.
We both know things haven't been working out between us. We've grown so distant lately and I feel if we continue on, in a couple years we won't even know who we are anymore. Though I never intended to do anything like this to you, the fact is I've been seeing someone. It's your friend Bruce. We were both lonely, and well... It happened. I hope that one day you can forgive us. I still care deeply about you.