As I finished reading the contents of the note I could only stare at it as tears pooled in my eyes. It felt as if a boulder hit me, tears on the verge of falling, so that's why you left. You left me because of a stupid mountain and a stupid myth. We could have had a life together. I wanted to marry you. Lori… God, you don't know about how much I suffered after you left, how my life fell apart. I lost my job due to not coming in and my parents, while supportive at first, were tired of my depression by now. You were the only reason I woke up in the morning, The only reason why I continued at my boring desk job. When you left I was a mess even after all this time I never forgot about you. I still stared off and sometimes was tempted to open the boxes your landlord turned into me after you went missing, but at the time it was too painful I couldn't even look at them without the need to scream or cry. When I heard the news that a team was exploring Mount Ellington and found several skeletal structures, all male, with the exception of one female, I knew it was you, it could only be you. So I knew it was time to open these boxes. I can't even truly comprehend what I feel when reading your note. I keep looking at it over and over now trying to find out if you even really cared for me, cared for us. Still I don't understand why you went away, how bad it truly was for you, how much you yearned for it to all go away. One could say you did what you had to, but if you could only understand that you leaving to cure your own misery, granted me that same misery. I don't think I can ever forgive you for what you did, for what you knew you were doing, how you never truly intended to have a life with me. I had to give away Chewy to your sister due to my neglect. I wish Ver-, no, I just wish you were with me despite it all. I hate you so much Lorraine.
I went to the police station a few days and asked to test if the female remains were yours. It was a dead match. They let me have your stuff with your sister's permission as your Dad died shortly after I presume you did and she was the next of Kin. She let me with the condition I mail it to her after. Amidst all your things there was a journal, a small one and it seemed to be missing several pages along with holes and tears. I think despite the promise I made to your sister I'll be keeping this to myself Lori.
"I don't really know how many notes I've written at this point and tonight must be short as I must prepare to make heavy progress tomorrow morning. The Asylum is now in my grasp at last, and as for the date and time I think it's February 5th, 2006. A day before his birthday…huh how fitting."
The Notes unfortunately don't give the clarity I wish I could gain from them, but there are mentions of an unknown person, some of your research, even more mentions of your brother and your own torment. I don't know how much more I can take of this for my own sanity. I feel like for once in the past 7 years I have some closure after all these years. Closure I needed… After all, it's now 2012. I'm in my mid 30's and my lifes going nowhere. I guess at least I have a trip in mind, a long one, one that might enlighten my life just as you seeked all those years ago.