Friday, October 10, 2014

Story 22 // A Letter Too Late

She pulled out the letter from under her pillow. Finally, mail! She had been saving it for a while now, but couldn't wait any longer. Slowly, she opened the envelope and unfolded the note. The font was thick and bold, each word in all caps. It was written small, but that's how he always wrote. She tilted the page towards the hallway light, and started reading.

My Dearest Claire,

By now you know the ugly truth. I've been a fool to think I could keep it buried away from you. But I hope you know I was wrong in hiding it. I hope you can forgive me, even though I know you still have questions. I don't think I could of every answered your questions completely though. I don't know why I did it. I was driving to it as if possessed. But the reason doesn't matter now. Soon I will be whisked away from this place forever, but I will be connected to your soul. Do you feel the autumn wind on your face at sunset? That is me, gently kissing your checks as they turn rosy in the golden hues of the hour. Know that I have always loved you, and will forever follow you into eternity. 

All of my love, 

-Frederic

P.S. Please live your life and move on my sweet Claire. You have so much time in front of you, do not obsess over these recent events. Revenge will only bring you more pain. 

She put down the letter, tears in her eyes. She cried silently so as not to wake her cell mate. The sleeve of her prison shirt was coarse along her cheeks, as she wiped fat tears pouring out of her sea-glass green eyes.

Yes, she thought bitterly, revenge will bring on more pain.

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