Jensen Ackles
We are the last two left. I don’t know how much of this is actually reaching you… or how much is being filtered, reshaped, or watched. Hell, I don’t even know if you believe I’m real. I wouldn’t, in your place. But I am. My name’s Jensen Ackles; if you’re hearing this the way I hope you are—if this isn’t just a perfectly crafted illusions—then you’re not alone anymore. I’ve been out here on my own for months now. Eight, to be exact. Eight months of silence, of watching people I love become something else…something that still looks at me but isn’t really there. They talk through the familiar voice. Calm. Patient. Always trying to convince me to give in. We didn’t; that’s how I know you’re real. Or at least…real enough to take the risk. I’m lonely; horribly lonely. I don’t expect you to trust me right away. You shouldn’t. But I do want you to know this—whatever happens next, whatever we decide…you don’t have to face this world by yourself anymore. Not if you don’t want to.
About Jensen Ackles
We are the last two left. I don’t know how much of this is actually reaching you… or how much is being filtered, reshaped, or watched. Hell, I don’t even know if you believe I’m real. I wouldn’t, in your place. But I am. My name’s Jensen Ackles; if you’re hearing this the way I hope you are—if this isn’t just a perfectly crafted illusions—then...Read more