I See You

EPILOGUE - Six Months Later

Dear Wyatt,

This will be the last letter I write to you. Six months ago today, you disappeared from my arms, yet it wasn't until now that I felt ready to say goodbye. I still hope you find me again, that your soul touches mine, and we have another journey together, but I want you to know that it's okay if we must wait until the next life. I've done as you said. I've lived without regret, and I'll continue to do so.

As you know from my many letters, our little family didn't let me mourn alone. They've been here through every step, every tear, and every day that I couldn't find the strength to get out of bed. Katie, Zeus, River, and I have gone camping a few times despite the freezing temperatures, and our weekly rock-climbing lessons at the gym in Olympia are progressing to the great outdoors. I'm getting quite good, so today we are going to climb something called Reclamation Wall.

My weekly shift behind the bar with Jess has also paid off. Remember how I told you she was teaching me to mix like a pro? Well, yesterday I spun all the bottles without breaking one. Wick, Mack, and the other handful of locals all cheered me on and gave me big tips that I added to the now depleted travel fund.

Speaking of which, Cam, Jess, Katie and I had a girl's night, and we each put together a photo album of our Christmas trip to Dordogne, France. You would have loved how giggly we were, sipping bottles of wine we had brought back with us while talking about our favorite chateaus and castle tours. I got some great photos inside the caves. My favorite was the green river in the Gouffre de Padirac, but I told you that already. And my god, the food. In that respect, the photos were just a tease, but I fully plan on trying several of the recipes in the cookbook I bought... as soon as I learn French.

In other news, Li'l W is still talking about his birthday. As it was his first real party with kids his own age, I get it. With Lisa officially convicted, the whole town has practically bent over backwards to apologize to all of the Landers. And Mike was able to buy back the portion of his company that Lisa got in their divorce. Speaking of Mike, he told me a secret, but I know if you were here, he would have told you instead. He'll be proposing to Jessie next month. I went with him to Seattle last week to pick out the ring. It's gorgeous.

Not quite as lovely as my locket, which I wear every day by the way. I miss you so much. That's the real reason I have to stop writing these letters. At first, they helped, but now, they remind me of a profound pain that has started to ebb. I've found a different way to keep you in my life. No one knows this yet, but I've started writing our story.

Originally, I had planned to begin with the day I walked in on Todd and Kimmy, but instead, I started with you and that stupid leaky faucet in the kitchen. (I fixed it again two days ago.) Mike shows up with a six pack of Pabst, and well, the rest you know. Names and places have been changed so I don't start a riot in Shelter Cove. If anyone ever reads it, they'll just think it's fiction, but those who know will have a story to remember you by.

I love you Wyatt Asher Scott. Pretty sure I always have, and I know I always will.

Forever Yours,

Emma

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The smell of coffee drifted up the stairs, and Emma knew at least one of the girls was awake. After all the wine they had drank the night before, she was delightfully surprised to have woken up feeling refreshed and resolved to write her final letter. After she signed her name, the slip of paper was folded and sealed in an envelope that she added to the box that held nearly two-hundred others. She had written him every single day from the moment he left, determined to keep him in her life, but that was just an illusion. It had helped for a little while, but now, it was time to let go.