Short Stories

The Prince's letter: Richard's Goodbye

Dear Marcellia,

I regret to inform you that I shall not be returning to the kingdon anytime soon, or the continent for that matter. By the time you're reading this, I've already crossed the ocean to a quieter location. I've come to realise that I haven't been the best person to you, or to many people. I'm aware that I don't help, that all I do is yell my opinion in hopes others would see where I'm coming from. I it seems to others that I get very upset if someone shows 'signs of weakness', but really I get upset because I can't help. I am unable to help, and so it upsets me whenever someone doesn't help themselves. I care too much in my own way, it's why I don't have many friends anymore.

I will be going away in order to empty out the anger, the frustration, the hatred I feel for the unfairness that others deal with. I will be going to destroy the shadowy world that is my heart so that one of light shall grow in its place. I hope I can return and be a shooting star that can grant your wishes. I hope I can return as someone who speaks my mind, a puzzle you can solve by having all the pieces. I hope to return as someone who you won't be afraid of, won't be the reason you cry, won't be the reason you need something else to calm down. I hope to be the reason you smile, I know I am but I'm also a reason you frown.

I hope when we meet next, we speak our minds completely. I wish to empty the dark stars, empty the shadow planets, empty the it all into a pool where it will scatter in the water. I hope, at the end of the day, I can with confidence, that I adore you more than I have anyone. No matter how frustrating you are, how stubborn you are, how hopeless you are, how much disdain you have towards yourself--it doesn't matter, as long as you die joyful--I love you.

Farewell.