Letter's From Amil

Ina

Dear my beautiful Ina

You know, I think everything I have to say to you, is going to make you want murder me. Actually, I don't think. I know.

You know, I won't be surprised if after reading this, you find my destroyed soul, repair it, then kill me yourself. I worry about what might happen when my soul is reborn, and trust me, it will be.

There's an old rule, one that few know about. I'm not going to quote it word for word for you, it's far too long. 86586 words if I recall correctly, but the gist of the rule is this. A soul of the wronged scattered by choice, with no other way to be revived, shall be reborn in the life they should have.

My life wasn't the worst, not by any means, but it hasn't really been my life. The first 21 years of my life were out of my hands, I had no say or matter in what I would do.

The next few years weren't much better. I lived in constant fear of hurting you and everyone else I was around. It's difficult to truely life being scared of yourself.

That's actually the reason I left you and Aaron. It wasn't fair to either of you. I've hurt both of you so much. You haven't been able to dance in years, and Aaron would be too focused in me to take care of himself. You both are better without that worry.

Dang, I've rewritten that 15 times and it still won't come out right! It sound like I have the self eastern of a puddle of mud, and looking for pity! Dang that's so not how I wanted it to come across.

It's also going to make you want to kill me even more, I just know it. I'm not sure how people can talk so smoothly. Everything I say or write just come out wrong.

Dang it! There I go again! Making my self esteem seem nonexistent. Hopefully you don't think that, but let me remind you that my self esteem is so high, it goes down to mars, looks around it 4 or 5 times, travels around the milky way, then comes back to earth. I do not, and I repeat, do not feel bad about myself because I know that I'm awesome.

Now, after reading that, I bet you're thinking, 'God ((Insert 50 curse words here)) it Amil! You're an idiot! I don't care about that, it's not your fault, so get your dumb ((Insert a-word)) over here and cuddle with me!' Or at least something along the same lines.

And I'm sure, that you will be going off to Aaron about how dumb I am later, but Ina, let's be honest, do you really think that I'm going to risk your life, even if it keep you happy, when I know that I can keep you safe instead, even if it means our happiness?

Okay, I can already hear your agurements in my head to that, so let me say this. If you were me, and you knew that you could, and probably one day would, kill me, wouldn't you want to keep me safe by leaving?

Yep, this isn't getting me anywhere. Dang it, why are you so smart?! Have you ever though about being a lawyer? You would kick butt at it.

Anyway, back to my point from paragraph 3, I don't know if the rule works for me, but I think it should. If it does, I'll be back in a year or two, and hopefully without the fear of harming you.

Now don't get me wrong, I won't be the same as I am now. I don't know how different I'll be, but I know that I won't be the same. I don't know what I'll be like, but I know that I'll still love you.

You read that right, I love you, Ina.

I never stopped, how could I? You're prefect. The way your eyes light up when you talk, or how your always brushing your hair out of your face. It's prefect, just like you.

Now this is where I'm sure you want to punch me. Cause I'm being dumb, and all. But that's all I am. A dumb teenage boy........ Please reread paragraph 9. I did it again!

I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad, or anything other shït. I think you deserve the truth, and the truth is, I love you, more then anything else in this world.

I'm quite late in saying that, aren't I? And to be honest, I have no right. I left, and technically, I'm leaving again. I'm being selfish by sending this, but dang it, I love you too much to not be selfish.

You don't know how much I've wanted to run back into you arms, just give up on everything. Finding Dad, protecting you and Aaron, just give up and go back home, but I wouldn't. It would be fair for me to be selfish, when the cost could be much worse then it should be.

I'm not dumb, Ina. I know this let's will more then likely hurt you, and as much as I hate that, I don't want to die without telling you how I feel.

So, I'm giving you an out. You may have noticed a small box attached to the letter, and if you've opened it you would have found a vile full of a green liquid. This liquid will act as an memory-wipe. It can erase all your memories of me, from the moment I stabbed you, to right now.

Now don't worry, you won't actually lose the memories, they will just change. Most of what I did will change so that Aaron did it, while other's will change to be other people. Photos with me and you in it will change to Aaron and you, or at least in you eyes they will. The only thing that will remain unchanged, will be the bracelet around your wrist, though the story of how you got will change.

All you will know about me, is that I'm Aaron's brother. I've altered the potion so that you would have gotten a card on holidays, and a gift every year for your b-day and Christmas the bracelet being the first one.

If you decide to take the potion, everyone will automatically be alerted to your decision. So no one will sat anything stupid and confuse you.

I wish I could continue writing this letter for the rest of my life, but I must leave before what's his name comes to drag me off. Dad thinks I need therapy now. Yay me.

Goodbye Ina. I love you.

Amil