Dear "Tyler"

He had so many chances.
To just go.
Narrator I'm sorry but you could have just left it all behind.
You were independent of Tyler, in no need of Marla and free of your own creation.

I know it's a story that is fiction but I like to spectate the idea. I'm a idealist of the Narrator aspect. I'm not clear of Tyler's intentions and Marla was always a (I haven't seen Fight Club 2 mind you)-

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