I saved every letter you wrote me.  From the moment I read them I knew you were mine. You said you were mine. I thought you were mine. Do you know what Angelica said when we saw your first letter arrive? She said, "Be careful with that one, love. He'll do what ever it takes to survive." Your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenseless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs. You built cathedrals. I'm rereading the letters you wrote me, I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line. For some kind or sign of when you were mine. The world seemed to burn. You published the letters she wrote you. You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed. In clearing your name, you ruined our lives. Do you know what Angelica said when she read what you'd done? She said,"You have married an Icarus. He has flown to close to the sun." You and your words, obsessed with your legacy. Your sentences border on senseless. And your paranoid in every paragraph, how they perceive you. I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart. You have torn it all apart. I'm watching it burn, watching it burn. The world has no right to my heart. The world has no place in our bed. They don't get to know what I  said. I'm burning the memories. Burning the letters that might have redeemed you. You forfeit all rights to my heart. You forfeit the place in our bed. You sleep in your office instead. Wit only the memories of when you were mine. I hope that you burn. 

Is Eliza describing her life or the plot twist in the book she's reading? The world may never know.....

Heroes of Olympus, Steven Universe, Lockwood and Co., Kid and Teenagers.

We write the story of our lives. The story of theirs. Not all stories are forbidden. Just those written with care