Chapter 10
Clover,
I know you told me not to write. I know every word you said, because I’ve replayed them every day since you left. I’m writing anyway.
I lied because I thought it was the only way to keep you alive. If I had told you the truth, you never would have gone, and at the time, I was stuck in the capital with no way to shield you from my father. You would have stayed, and he would have found you.
You don’t understand what he’s done to me or the things he’s put me through.
I couldn’t risk him coming after you behind closed doors because you’d pissed him off.
I couldn’t chance him somehow figuring out I’d lied about my mate and searching for the truth.
I never saw it as taking away your choice, but I see now that I did.
You said you’d fight back, so come back and fight me.
You can be angry or hate me if you need to, but don’t cut me out like I’m nothing. Don’t pretend what we have doesn’t matter.
Write back. Even if it’s just to tell me to go to hell properly.
Yours,
Amos
Clover,
It’s been two months, and you haven’t answered any of my letters. I’m not asking you to forgive me immediately. I just need to hear from you. You’ve shut Roland out of your room, and you move out of his sight whenever you can, like you’re trying to erase yourself from my life.
All I have of you are glimpses through the eyes of another and emotions you try to hide.
Come back to me, even if only through paper and ink.
Yours,
Amos