The Fox and the Devil

Paris, May 7, 1900

Little Fox,

I need you to know that I felt it, too. All of it. I could have spent a hundred lifetimes feeling through you, and it wouldn’t have been enough.

I was never cursed. Neither are you. I don’t know if the world will be better for my absence, but I know with absolute certainty the world is better for your existence.

You are a miracle. My miracle. I’m not seeking an ending because I hate myself.

I’m seeking an ending because I love you, and you’re worth protecting. Both from him and from me.

When I die, it will be with your name on my lips. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter.

Kind Regards,

Leda