In retrospect, I've discovered the true meaning of this story and my intention as I write it. Previously I had believed that its purpose was to simply tell the tale of the wondrous but shortened life of Grace Upton, to distract myself from the crippling pain of her loss, and to relive the past as thoroughly as I could. But now, as I conclude, I realise what this is, is a goodbye letter.
It's been two months since Grace died and neither Godric nor Phillip have found Nicholas Somerton. Each day that passes is another day he gets to live despite his crimes against me – against her. My Grace, who had lived so passionately, who had burned so brightly, who had so many things to do and places to see and memories to make... Extinguished in a second. But I have learnt something from that pain – if one as vibrant as Grace, one so well-versed in the art of being alive, could die so suddenly then, really, what chance would Nicholas have? What chance for Albert, or this new alter? Neither Phillip nor even the great Godric Mikhailov could discover this, and so I intend to find out for myself. And while I don't know everything I'll do when I find him, I do know one thing for sure: his heart shall rest upon Grace's tombstone, and as for his head...
On a cool September evening, in the most disgusting city in the world, I will make the ill-considered decision to murder, dismember and display the head of Nicholas Somerton on the edge of Aloisi Bridge, for all the world to see.
Wish me luck.
© A.G. Travers 2018
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Saving Grace
General FictionRichie planned to kill himself. So, he got drunk, got on top of a bridge, and just when he got up the courage to jump, something extraordinary happened: Grace Upton. Wild, reckless and beautifully broken, Grace manages to talk him off the ledge and...
