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My dear, beloved one... I cannot shake off the slowly building guilt. I had followed my instincts. I had followed what my two most trusted people had told me. Have I done the right thing? I suppose I have not. There is no way to change it now. No turning back. If I could, though, I would not. I have learned that people are better off dead versus coming back a mindless corpse of themselves. To watch the life drain from your eyes... It took every ounce of pride to not cry. I have captured your life, as you have my soul Just as you are dead, I am dead too. The only thing we can now do, is move on. Parted ways has become of us, and I would wish it no other way. I will miss you. I loved you. I still love you. My heart simply cannot bear anymore grief; And anymore pain. You have been here for me over the years, and I have done the worst thing imaginable. I hope that you can forgive me. If not soon, then someday. That is all I can ask of you, my love.-Raven
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