Letter 8
Skylenna
Dear Dessin,
I attended a harvest ball in the woods with our friends. I watched them dance and kiss, and although I was happy for them, I wanted to die inside.
It reminded me of when I danced with you for the first time at the Dellilian Castle.
You weren’t even supposed to be there. But you made a point to attend after you saw the black eye Aurick gave me.
Do you remember when I collided into your body after switching partners?
When you held my waist and pulled me close?
I never told you then, but I was mad for you.
I knew my feelings were inappropriate because I was your conformist. So I tried to bury them.
I tried so hard. But seeing you in a suit you stole from Aurick’s closet (Ha!), wearing that mischievous look in those dark brown eyes…
I was all yours. You had to of known that didn’t you? I’ve always belonged to Kane—since I was a little girl. He was my first love. And then I had forgotten those memories.
But in that asylum and in that ballroom, my heart would sing again.
I wish I could tell you this with your eyes open. I wish I could bring you back to that memory in the void and relive it with you all over again.
After the ball, I returned to our home in the Red Oaks and sobbed at the foot of your bed.
I begged for you to wake up. Although Chekiss was in the next room, he pretended to be asleep.
There are times he knows to get up and comfort me.
And there are times he leaves me to cry for you all on my own. This was one of those times.
And now I’m sitting on the front porch, looking up at the stars, and writing you this letter.
I pray to God you get to read them one day. I’ll write thousands if it means you have reading material for the rest of your waking life.
I love you. I want to share a dance again. Maybe at our wedding?
Your soulmate,
Skylenna