My dearest,
I know you will not read this. A... friend of mine has suggested that writing private letters to you might help me deal with your passing. I have not left the estate in weeks, the pain seems that it will never ebb or end. I wish that magic were more plentiful, if it were I would have you back in a moments notice. I would have you in my arms again, peaceful and happy. I wish that I could have changed your mind the day we met, or even that I were a worse person and had forced this eternity onto you out of selfishness. Still, you are gone. Why did you leave? Was forever with me such a terrible thought that you could not bear it? I find myself sitting in a pit of self loathing day after day, decaying at my very core. I suppose that is all I have to say for now.
I still love you.
YOU ARE READING
My Dearest
RomanceFollow along as an immortal being pleads with their mortal lover to reconsider their decision to grow old.
