‘My dearest (Y/N),
Today I write to you a letter that may end the suffering you have caused us both. For one, I have decked out our old home and witnessed you wither away, but even so, you’re beauty never did. I sat suffering, because I saw you painstakingly wish for death to swoop down and save you as I fought to keep you alive. What hurts the most was the fact that the only thing I could really do was watch, and did it scar me for life to see you shed all those tear, take all those pills, and watch as the ashes of the cigarette pile in one corner. Isolating yourself from the outside world, in hopes to see my idiotic self once more.
As much as it pains me to say it, you have changed my view on the cursed things common people call; sentiments. Just as I am thinking of it, disgusts me. I have never felt such strong emotion, such power and such weakness when I am with you. You are quite the vixen. It is that kind of passion that made me grow even more fond of you than the first time you walked into my life.
I never did believe that a femme fatale could invade my life and endanger the course of my work, but you did just that. But fear not, because along with your fair share of faults that has brought me to my knees; you have enlightened me of the dull world we live in. You showed me things I observe, but never really value. You showed me love, and I find your presence in my life quite pleasing. One of the many luxuries I enjoy.
I daresay do enjoy being with you, and although I swore to never admit it; for a moment, I see a future between us. I see a family, and a beautiful home. I see a wedding, eternal vows, and adventure in every corner, for when I am with you, nothing is impossible.
As I stare at you now, I see someone who is in the brink of breaking, but chooses to fight on keeping whatever she’s had in mind alive. You, the memories, and I. You read this letter, and I know how much it’s been killing you, but whatever you’re doing, it’s working. You have given me so much strength, and in return; I promise to heal the scars I left when I leapt out of the building, mind fleeting with the thoughts of you being all right.
See you soon.
SH’
A sharp inhale of breath brought her back to life, she sets the phone down and wipes the remnants of the tears that has been staining her once rosy cheeks for a whole year. A hand grasped her shoulder and all too familiar voice silences the room.
“I’ve missed you, my sweet (Y/N).”