Chapter 41
Elijah
Elijah.
Well, if my brain isn't already fried from this cancer nonsense, I’d probably laugh at myself for sitting here writing to you.
But since I can't rely on Willow's mother, because let's face it, she's about as emotionally competent as a rock. I figured I’d try my luck with you. I’m assuming you already know about the diagnosis, even though you’ve ignored my calls and messages like a pro. Fucker.
Here's the deal. Willow will need someone once I’m gone.
I may have accidentally (okay, not accidentally) made her strongly dislike you.
You were a dick, plain and simple. That said, I don't resent your son.
I trust him when he says you're a good dad, and I know that, deep down, both of us want what's best for our kids.
Yes, I know she will be an adult soon, so she can do whatever the hell she wants. But I’d rather her be with you and River than, well, you know, the alternative. Somewhere deep down, I know that if the tables were turned, you’d want me to do the same for your kids, and I would.
Willow has given up so much, and it kills me.
I promised I’d be the one to look after her, and now I can't. So here I am, putting my faith in you, whether I like it or not.
Please, make sure she knows this isn't her fault, and it's okay to be sad.
I want her to live the life I've always wanted for her, and I know that if she's with you, she’ll be okay.
She deserves the world… because she's mine.
Oh, and one last thing. Keep her away from Rose. Or else I swear I’ll haunt both of your arses and swirl your toothbrushes in the toilet water. Consider that a threat from a very tired, very pissed off father, soon to be ghost.
Leon.