Dear Wendolyne,
Gabriel came up to me in the locker room today. He's my best friend and trusts me so much. If only he knew the way I desire you, the way I love you, the way I sometimes find myself secretly hoping your relationship would end. He would hate me because I'm in love with you, Wendolyne. He would hate me because you're his and he loves you too.
We began talking about little things like the upcoming game at home, and whether we could make it into the playoffs when he commented casually that he was going to take you to dinner and finally pop the question.
It killed me, Wendolyne.
As if picturing you in his arms wasn't bad enough...Now I would have to watch the two of you promise love and faithfulness to each other for the rest of your days. I'm not sure if I could sit through that sort of emotional pain if even for a second. Just thinking of it made my eyes burn with tears of despair.
He asked me if I thought the time was right to settle down. What could I have said to him? I had to be supportive. I pulled the best smile I could manage and told him to go for it.
That night I got myself drunk while you two were probably out, happy.
My Wendolyne.
I feel like I lost you. But how could I have lost you when you weren't truly mine?
The streets were witnesses to my laments. I couldn't remain in my house, everything seemed to remind me of you. But the winds of the port city were loud, and their murmurs called out your name.
Wendolyne.
Sincerely, Julio.
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this is about the halfway point of the letters. so i really hope you are liking the story. thank you so much for reading. it means a lot. i hope you all have a wonderful day.
-clary xx
