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I walked towards the library while the moon dragged silver light across the floor, stirring a strange anticipation in my chest. My footsteps echoed down the quiet halls of the Order’s new base, each one louder than my thoughts. And tonight… my thoughts were solely focused on Vicky.
When I opened the door, the library greeted me like a memory. A place the world seemed to have forgotten… yet waiting for me all the same.
A large wooden desk stood in the centre, already set with paper, ink, and quills. As if it had been prepared for this moment. Inviting me. Teasing me, almost pushing me toward the truth I’d avoided for too long.
Of course it would be here when I’d try to find the words she deserved.
The words I had never been good at speaking.
So I sat down, and stared at the blank page. And immediately felt the weight of every decision I’d made that led me here. And of all the hurt and pain I caused.
I tried countless times to convey the strength of my feelings, until the floor was littered with crumpled attempts. A battlefield of the words I couldn’t say.
But she didn’t need perfection. She just needed me.
So I picked up the feathered quill again and began to write.
“We haven’t seen each other for so long… Didn’t you miss me? I missed you, even though I’d never admit it out loud.
In the endless chain of days where nothing happened, I was left alone with my thoughts. I replayed everything I’d done and everything I failed to do. I wondered whether you would forgive me. Or would the last lines of our story fade away forever, never finding their continuation?
So I’ll repeat my question. Did you miss me? Can we write a new story with an ending that suits us both?
Don’t be afraid to speak about your fears. Corner me, demand honesty, and you’ll get it, just like always.”
There was still so much I wanted to tell her. That she had changed my entire world without even trying. That she arrived like sunlight tearing through darkness. That she made me want to be better, even when my actions failed to follow. I love her, everything about her so deeply, it’s difficult to find words worthy of her.
I set the quill down beside the finished letter and reached for the black obelisk flower I’d brought.
Justice. Faith. Strength.
A symbol of hatred to many… but not us.
I folded the letter carefully and tied the flower to it with a simple red ribbon. I would leave it on her pillow, waiting for her when she wakes up.
And when she was ready, whenever that might be. We would finally speak face to face.
I would wait as long as she needed.
Because she is all I need.
And she is more than worth the wait.