I've been out there and seen the things she's made
Mythal didn’t know how long he was stuck in place, how long time had been frozen for. His entire body felt like it had lost its energy, everything limp and hanging from him. His thoughts were stuck in a loop of racing too fast and not existing at all. All the information that Archimedes had bestowed upon him, all the terrible things he had taunted him with and the revelations he had dropped, swam through his fluid mind like fish in a sea. How had it come to this? Right as he was beginning to push himself to a point of pushing back against his fears, to fighting against the current that ran inside of him, the entire damn broke and immersed him in the hellish waters of contempt and despair. The archangel truthfully had earned his title this day, by devastating his blood child’s hopes and dreams in one swift stroke.
His eyes lifted from the ground mournfully, slowly tracing up the world until they were looking into the dark woods beyond. The darkness was there, swallowing up the trees, bushes and living creatures within the forested area right beyond. That was his life; cast in a never-ending shadow that seemed intent on swallowing any goodness or tangible form. There was Faera, her claws stretching out to tear at the world around him and bring it into the ocean of darkness from whence she lived and flourished. There was Archimedes, the Archangel that was his father apparent and master of manipulation and devastation. Whatever manner of creatures lay just beyond his eyesight, mere hours away from infecting this world and wiping it clean of all life?
Perhaps the most devastating news was the knowledge that his life was based on a lie. He’d settled into the belief and feeling that he despised humanity. He’d always believed that he saw through their outer forms and into the darkened, corrupted husks beneath that were so greedy, manipulative and savage. And in that knowledge came the understanding that he could never truly love one of them because he would never be able to see past those flaws to even consider them worth his time while he, at the same time, felt the same abhorrent nature towards himself. This world was useless and its inhabitants more so. But to discover that his feelings and emotions had circumvented that; that he was capable of feeling love for a human, a wonderful and truly spectacular woman, had given him a glimmer of hope. But it was a ruse – his self-deprecation of his own race and fear of affection had been side effects of his birth, genetic tags that his father had put into him when he bred his mother.
Now the day had come that he attempted to bypass his decades-bred feelings and it could very well be his last on this planet. He let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, his vision becoming as dark and bleak as his future was. His future though – just because it had to be his last, didn’t mean it had to be everyone else’s. He’d grown stronger since he had decided to open himself up to the members of Fairy Tail. He’d become a more caring and giving person, one that cherished life, thanks to Serilda. Had this fated moment come even a day before, he may have been so destroyed by the news mixing in with his own shame and hurt that he wouldn’t have the strength to carry on. He’d just sit back and wait for the world to end. But his conclusive choice to rise above his weaknesses, to break through the walls preventing him from living his life fully, had been a… god send, in a perverse way. As his eyes slowly reopened, the devastation that had been wrought into his world had faded and there was a new fire burning within. His hands still shook slightly but it was small, almost indecipherable. He took a breath once more, inhaling the fresh air that somehow still revitalized his lungs despite the world in its frozen state.
As he stood to his feet, he could feel the world beginning to press forward. The wind brushed against his cheeks gently, like the gracious touch of a lover. The rustling of leaves, the creaking of the branches from the trees and the sound of Gren finally being able to relieve himself all filled his ears as time released itself and returned to its normal flow. The Star Wolf finished up and gave a little shake of his rear, panting happily as he turned and wuffed lightly at Mythal. The God Slayer bent down in a crouch, holding out his hand for the pup. It hustled over to him and pressed its face against his fingers, demanding affection. He gave it – gentle scratches around the ears and under the chin.
“Good boy,” he said softly, a weak but firm smile on his face. The pup wuffed once more as Mythal rose and clicked his tongue, signaling to the hound that it was time to follow. The two of them went back into Serilda’s house. The hound immediately went back over to the chair next to the couch and curled up on its seat, resting his head on his tail and getting himself comfortable. The God Slayer had stopped right before the coffee table, still pushed unceremoniously out of the way, and looked at Serilda, still slumbering away on the couch. His gaze lingered for only a moment longer before he began his search. He knew Serilda liked to write in a journal and, as such, that meant that she must have had some writing utensils around the house. After a precarious search, he managed to find himself a pen and some blank pieces of paper. Four of them were needed, as far as he was concerned – no more would truly care what he had to say. He wasn’t even sure the other three would either but he felt compelled to still pen something of an explanation.
He decided to start with the simplest one first and would work himself up to the last one. With the pen in hand, he began the first letter.
Sorano,
I know you probably don’t know me, or at least really. I was a Fairy Tail wizard who joined only a few months ago, having wandered off the street desperate for jewel and some warm food. I never expected to use your guild for more than a means to get paid and then eventually move on without concern. I’ve never been one for making connections and I wasn’t about to try and start with a wizard guild that, frankly, I didn’t care about. Sorry if this seems blunt; I don’t really know any other way to write it.
But much to my surprise, I found I started to bond with people. It started with getting assigned a mentor in Nessa and branched out to Markus, who I found a kindred spirit in. After that, I found myself… strangely comfortable within the guild. Not even comfortable but enjoying myself and my time there. I made friends, I worked with other members who I never thought I’d spare a thought on. Before long, I had become more open and social than I had ever been before. It was exciting and terrifying all at the same time but I never stopped trying to open up my connections and see what it got me.
This makes this last part very hard to write. Though I’ve come to care for Fairy Tail, I might even say love, it seems my time as a member has come to an end. Perhaps I should have known it was coming all along but I guess I had a hope that I could live in the fantasy for longer. I guess I can’t. You once signed my name on a job that, for lack of a better phrase, embarrassed the hell out of me. I did it still; I’m not one for refusing jobs, even if they do require me to wear a… tutu. But you claimed that you owed me one because of it. I’ve never really considered calling in any kind of favor before but like I said, I’m learning a lot of things aren’t what I expected. Do me the favor and just relieve me of my position, no questions asked. It’s time for me to move on and I don’t want anyone worrying about the where’s or the why’s. I went away and that is that. I don’t plan on coming back but I wanted to write this so you know how much I appreciated my time with Fairy Tail. There are things about it I don’t agree with but the people within are good people, people I truly enjoyed. If it weren’t for Fairy Tail and it’s members, I don’t know how well off I’d be today. So thank you… for the chance to be a part of the guild.
-Mythal
Well, that one wasn’t as easy as he had originally hoped. Talking in depth about Fairy Tail had struck a chord in him and he had to take a minute to calm his heart, as it was pounding in his chest like a drum. He took a breath and folded the letter up, putting it aside so he could start the next one.
Nessa,
This isn’t the way I would do this if I had a choice but I don’t have much of one. You deserve better than this and I’m sorry you’re not getting that respect. I know I’m not your mentee anymore technically but that doesn’t mean I don’t still consider you someone I could truly learn from. When we met, I was a wreck past hope. I was more than happy to lay in my darkened waters and just be there, without anyone else bothering me. And that last thing I wanted was anyone ‘mentoring’ me in anything. As far as I cared to know, I was the only one with my particular skillset and was more than happy to just live in that. But I was forced to become a mentee and I’ll admit – I was not thrilled with finding out it was you at first. You were so spirited, so friendly and bubble, so… young. It seemed like a terrible fit.
But you proved me wrong. You were all those things but they weren’t just this show of face, this façade to hide your darker, more selfish thoughts. You were genuinely a good person that cared about everyone, even those ones that you just barely met. Your attitude was… infectious, to say the least. I’m not saying I’m the nicest guy around at all but you helped crumble the walls, weakened them so I could start feeling nicer to the other people in the guild, and to the people outside of it. I don’t have any family – or kind of do, it’s complicated now – but you very quickly became like my sister. I could never really decide between younger or older because while you have your younger moments, you also have these moments of absolute maturity that surpasses even the wisest people. I know I didn’t spend a lot of time with you but I want you to know that for the amount of time I did, I will cherish it.
Now I have to ask a favor, one I hope you’ll take seriously. Don’t look for me. I’m going beyond where anyone can find me and chances are I’m not coming back. I don’t want you falling into any danger for my sake when I’m doing what I feel I need to do. Please just continue to live your life, because I know you’ll make it a wonderful one. And give Markus a chance – he’s not as bad as he seems.
Take care,
Mythal
He knew that one was going to hurt; not just himself but Nessa too. Though their time together as friends had been short, he knew she was the kind of person that formed bonds and held them tightly. This letter was going to sting but it would be better than his disappearing without any answer at all.
He set that letter down and to the side as well, sighing as he did so. Then came the next one.
Markus,
I know this kind of thing isn’t really high on your list but I still felt you deserved something. Since we met, you’ve been a constant ally, a reliable guild member and a friend I knew I could trust. Though we came from different backgrounds, we had a lot more in common than any I’ve found in this world. You understood things about myself that many wouldn’t and still don’t to this day. Having that kind of connection was important, because it helped me come to grips with what I am and what I can do. It helped me grow stronger and with Nessa’s help, made me a better person. I won’t make this long and tedious, because I know you’re not really a fan of that kind of thing. But I’m leaving and I wanted to at least say goodbye in some shape or form. Take care of yourself and Nessa for me, will you?
Thanks,
Mythal
Markus was fairly detached from the emotional scale, from what Mythal could gather. A long, lengthy letter probably wasn’t best suited for him. Short and to the point would be better. He put that letter aside and then sat there, staring at the last sheet of paper. The pen hovered just above the scrap, not quite touching but hovering just above. He knew this one would be the hardest and yet, even after the build up, he couldn’t just dive right in. He took a moment to breath once more, relaxing himself. Eventually, after several long minutes, he finally began to write.
Serilda,
I know this is going to look bad, especially after everything that happened last night. Please believe I didn’t mean to do this and if I had any other way, I would do that without hesitation. But my time has run out it seems and now I’m left with the daunting task of looking at my mortality in weight against the rest of the world’s. But despite all of that, I would give anything – anything in the world – to have one more night of just me and you together. I wanted to tell you everything once you woke up but I’m afraid I’ll be gone before that happens. But I don’t want you leave you wondering about all the missing gaps between my words, thoughts and feelings. And now that I have a better understanding of why my feelings have been the way they are, I find it’s much easier to just say them outright.
I love you. I know that seems ridiculous coming from a man who once despised anyone even touching him but… it’s true. The more time we’ve spent together, the more you’ve earned my trust, my respect and my friendship, I found myself more and more drawn to you. That night at Oak Inn, I knew I couldn’t leave and walk out of your life, nor could I let you leave mine. There was something special between us, something I chalked up to companionship that I’d never known. In a way, that was true as well but it blossomed into that much more. I realized it the night I went to your parent’s house for Christmas, after you’d given me the chance to bond with Gren. I just… knew.
And I was afraid of it. Not because of any kind of commitment issues but a real, deep fear of the feeling itself. I worried about opening myself up to that kind of connection, of letting you in where I’d never let any before. I worried about how dangerous my life was and what it could mean to you if I got you involved. I thought that I was too damaged to actually feel love and when I did, I still felt I wasn’t worthy of it – that it and I didn’t belong. As it turns out, that wasn’t something I had made a conscious choice about; it was a choice that had been made for me before I was even fully alive. Being here with you tonight, after everything, made me realize that I shouldn’t let my fears rule me. I have to face them full force and either rise to surpass them or at least give a last stand worthy of singing about.
And that’s why I have to go. Some things are going to happen that have to be stopped. I’d tell you what they were but I know if I do, you’d come and try to find me. And if I’m being completely honest, I don’t see this as something I’m coming back from. If I do, then know that I’m coming back to you having finally buried my past for good. But if not… I’m doing this because if I don’t, you might get hurt. This world could suffer and that’s not a chance I can take. If I’m wrong, then I’ll deal with that no matter what happens. I’m sorry I had to leave this way but I don’t know how much time I have before things get bad. And after all the things that happened to you last night…
I wished I could tell you how much I love you in person. Maybe I’ll get that chance. But if I don’t, know that I was ready to fight back all my fears and worries for a chance to be with you. I didn’t care how hard it got or how much it drove me insane – you are worth it. I’d’ve found my way to Hell just to punch Hugo in the face for how he treated you. Never doubt you’re a person that deserves love and care and tenderness that anyone in the world can provide. You were never the problem, I was. Please take care of yourself and be safe.
Forever yours,
Mythal
Gods, how it hurt to write it out and not say his thoughts directly to her. He had to stop several times to collect himself, his emotions threatening to boil over. Once he finished the letter, he had to sit there for a few minutes, the reality of everything he had written settling into his bones. Once that was set, he quickly scribbled the names on the fronts and folded the letters. Three of them were tucked into his jacket and the other left in his hand, hanging loosely between his fingers as he walked into the living area. He set it down on the coffee table with her name facing her, hopefully giving her opportunity to see it as soon as she woke up. He then walked over to the couch and leaned down, wrapping his arm around her and holding her. He breathed in her scent, memorizing it so he couldn’t forget it and then kissed her gently on her scalp. Somehow the tears still managed to stay within, even now. He gave her hair one last stroke before he let her go, now ready as ever to go. He went over and picked Gren up, holding him tucked in one arm. He groaned a little in protest but then snuggled up against him to get more comfortable. He looked around once more and then turned to head for the door. If he didn’t leave now, he would think twice and then probably not leave at all. And that possibility was too unacceptable.
So he went, locking the door behind him as he went. The sun still hadn’t risen much as he walked away from her cottage, his mind exhausted but determined. Eight hours, Archimedes had said…
He didn’t have much time at all.
His eyes lifted from the ground mournfully, slowly tracing up the world until they were looking into the dark woods beyond. The darkness was there, swallowing up the trees, bushes and living creatures within the forested area right beyond. That was his life; cast in a never-ending shadow that seemed intent on swallowing any goodness or tangible form. There was Faera, her claws stretching out to tear at the world around him and bring it into the ocean of darkness from whence she lived and flourished. There was Archimedes, the Archangel that was his father apparent and master of manipulation and devastation. Whatever manner of creatures lay just beyond his eyesight, mere hours away from infecting this world and wiping it clean of all life?
Perhaps the most devastating news was the knowledge that his life was based on a lie. He’d settled into the belief and feeling that he despised humanity. He’d always believed that he saw through their outer forms and into the darkened, corrupted husks beneath that were so greedy, manipulative and savage. And in that knowledge came the understanding that he could never truly love one of them because he would never be able to see past those flaws to even consider them worth his time while he, at the same time, felt the same abhorrent nature towards himself. This world was useless and its inhabitants more so. But to discover that his feelings and emotions had circumvented that; that he was capable of feeling love for a human, a wonderful and truly spectacular woman, had given him a glimmer of hope. But it was a ruse – his self-deprecation of his own race and fear of affection had been side effects of his birth, genetic tags that his father had put into him when he bred his mother.
Now the day had come that he attempted to bypass his decades-bred feelings and it could very well be his last on this planet. He let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, his vision becoming as dark and bleak as his future was. His future though – just because it had to be his last, didn’t mean it had to be everyone else’s. He’d grown stronger since he had decided to open himself up to the members of Fairy Tail. He’d become a more caring and giving person, one that cherished life, thanks to Serilda. Had this fated moment come even a day before, he may have been so destroyed by the news mixing in with his own shame and hurt that he wouldn’t have the strength to carry on. He’d just sit back and wait for the world to end. But his conclusive choice to rise above his weaknesses, to break through the walls preventing him from living his life fully, had been a… god send, in a perverse way. As his eyes slowly reopened, the devastation that had been wrought into his world had faded and there was a new fire burning within. His hands still shook slightly but it was small, almost indecipherable. He took a breath once more, inhaling the fresh air that somehow still revitalized his lungs despite the world in its frozen state.
As he stood to his feet, he could feel the world beginning to press forward. The wind brushed against his cheeks gently, like the gracious touch of a lover. The rustling of leaves, the creaking of the branches from the trees and the sound of Gren finally being able to relieve himself all filled his ears as time released itself and returned to its normal flow. The Star Wolf finished up and gave a little shake of his rear, panting happily as he turned and wuffed lightly at Mythal. The God Slayer bent down in a crouch, holding out his hand for the pup. It hustled over to him and pressed its face against his fingers, demanding affection. He gave it – gentle scratches around the ears and under the chin.
“Good boy,” he said softly, a weak but firm smile on his face. The pup wuffed once more as Mythal rose and clicked his tongue, signaling to the hound that it was time to follow. The two of them went back into Serilda’s house. The hound immediately went back over to the chair next to the couch and curled up on its seat, resting his head on his tail and getting himself comfortable. The God Slayer had stopped right before the coffee table, still pushed unceremoniously out of the way, and looked at Serilda, still slumbering away on the couch. His gaze lingered for only a moment longer before he began his search. He knew Serilda liked to write in a journal and, as such, that meant that she must have had some writing utensils around the house. After a precarious search, he managed to find himself a pen and some blank pieces of paper. Four of them were needed, as far as he was concerned – no more would truly care what he had to say. He wasn’t even sure the other three would either but he felt compelled to still pen something of an explanation.
He decided to start with the simplest one first and would work himself up to the last one. With the pen in hand, he began the first letter.
Sorano,
I know you probably don’t know me, or at least really. I was a Fairy Tail wizard who joined only a few months ago, having wandered off the street desperate for jewel and some warm food. I never expected to use your guild for more than a means to get paid and then eventually move on without concern. I’ve never been one for making connections and I wasn’t about to try and start with a wizard guild that, frankly, I didn’t care about. Sorry if this seems blunt; I don’t really know any other way to write it.
But much to my surprise, I found I started to bond with people. It started with getting assigned a mentor in Nessa and branched out to Markus, who I found a kindred spirit in. After that, I found myself… strangely comfortable within the guild. Not even comfortable but enjoying myself and my time there. I made friends, I worked with other members who I never thought I’d spare a thought on. Before long, I had become more open and social than I had ever been before. It was exciting and terrifying all at the same time but I never stopped trying to open up my connections and see what it got me.
This makes this last part very hard to write. Though I’ve come to care for Fairy Tail, I might even say love, it seems my time as a member has come to an end. Perhaps I should have known it was coming all along but I guess I had a hope that I could live in the fantasy for longer. I guess I can’t. You once signed my name on a job that, for lack of a better phrase, embarrassed the hell out of me. I did it still; I’m not one for refusing jobs, even if they do require me to wear a… tutu. But you claimed that you owed me one because of it. I’ve never really considered calling in any kind of favor before but like I said, I’m learning a lot of things aren’t what I expected. Do me the favor and just relieve me of my position, no questions asked. It’s time for me to move on and I don’t want anyone worrying about the where’s or the why’s. I went away and that is that. I don’t plan on coming back but I wanted to write this so you know how much I appreciated my time with Fairy Tail. There are things about it I don’t agree with but the people within are good people, people I truly enjoyed. If it weren’t for Fairy Tail and it’s members, I don’t know how well off I’d be today. So thank you… for the chance to be a part of the guild.
-Mythal
Well, that one wasn’t as easy as he had originally hoped. Talking in depth about Fairy Tail had struck a chord in him and he had to take a minute to calm his heart, as it was pounding in his chest like a drum. He took a breath and folded the letter up, putting it aside so he could start the next one.
Nessa,
This isn’t the way I would do this if I had a choice but I don’t have much of one. You deserve better than this and I’m sorry you’re not getting that respect. I know I’m not your mentee anymore technically but that doesn’t mean I don’t still consider you someone I could truly learn from. When we met, I was a wreck past hope. I was more than happy to lay in my darkened waters and just be there, without anyone else bothering me. And that last thing I wanted was anyone ‘mentoring’ me in anything. As far as I cared to know, I was the only one with my particular skillset and was more than happy to just live in that. But I was forced to become a mentee and I’ll admit – I was not thrilled with finding out it was you at first. You were so spirited, so friendly and bubble, so… young. It seemed like a terrible fit.
But you proved me wrong. You were all those things but they weren’t just this show of face, this façade to hide your darker, more selfish thoughts. You were genuinely a good person that cared about everyone, even those ones that you just barely met. Your attitude was… infectious, to say the least. I’m not saying I’m the nicest guy around at all but you helped crumble the walls, weakened them so I could start feeling nicer to the other people in the guild, and to the people outside of it. I don’t have any family – or kind of do, it’s complicated now – but you very quickly became like my sister. I could never really decide between younger or older because while you have your younger moments, you also have these moments of absolute maturity that surpasses even the wisest people. I know I didn’t spend a lot of time with you but I want you to know that for the amount of time I did, I will cherish it.
Now I have to ask a favor, one I hope you’ll take seriously. Don’t look for me. I’m going beyond where anyone can find me and chances are I’m not coming back. I don’t want you falling into any danger for my sake when I’m doing what I feel I need to do. Please just continue to live your life, because I know you’ll make it a wonderful one. And give Markus a chance – he’s not as bad as he seems.
Take care,
Mythal
He knew that one was going to hurt; not just himself but Nessa too. Though their time together as friends had been short, he knew she was the kind of person that formed bonds and held them tightly. This letter was going to sting but it would be better than his disappearing without any answer at all.
He set that letter down and to the side as well, sighing as he did so. Then came the next one.
Markus,
I know this kind of thing isn’t really high on your list but I still felt you deserved something. Since we met, you’ve been a constant ally, a reliable guild member and a friend I knew I could trust. Though we came from different backgrounds, we had a lot more in common than any I’ve found in this world. You understood things about myself that many wouldn’t and still don’t to this day. Having that kind of connection was important, because it helped me come to grips with what I am and what I can do. It helped me grow stronger and with Nessa’s help, made me a better person. I won’t make this long and tedious, because I know you’re not really a fan of that kind of thing. But I’m leaving and I wanted to at least say goodbye in some shape or form. Take care of yourself and Nessa for me, will you?
Thanks,
Mythal
Markus was fairly detached from the emotional scale, from what Mythal could gather. A long, lengthy letter probably wasn’t best suited for him. Short and to the point would be better. He put that letter aside and then sat there, staring at the last sheet of paper. The pen hovered just above the scrap, not quite touching but hovering just above. He knew this one would be the hardest and yet, even after the build up, he couldn’t just dive right in. He took a moment to breath once more, relaxing himself. Eventually, after several long minutes, he finally began to write.
Serilda,
I know this is going to look bad, especially after everything that happened last night. Please believe I didn’t mean to do this and if I had any other way, I would do that without hesitation. But my time has run out it seems and now I’m left with the daunting task of looking at my mortality in weight against the rest of the world’s. But despite all of that, I would give anything – anything in the world – to have one more night of just me and you together. I wanted to tell you everything once you woke up but I’m afraid I’ll be gone before that happens. But I don’t want you leave you wondering about all the missing gaps between my words, thoughts and feelings. And now that I have a better understanding of why my feelings have been the way they are, I find it’s much easier to just say them outright.
I love you. I know that seems ridiculous coming from a man who once despised anyone even touching him but… it’s true. The more time we’ve spent together, the more you’ve earned my trust, my respect and my friendship, I found myself more and more drawn to you. That night at Oak Inn, I knew I couldn’t leave and walk out of your life, nor could I let you leave mine. There was something special between us, something I chalked up to companionship that I’d never known. In a way, that was true as well but it blossomed into that much more. I realized it the night I went to your parent’s house for Christmas, after you’d given me the chance to bond with Gren. I just… knew.
And I was afraid of it. Not because of any kind of commitment issues but a real, deep fear of the feeling itself. I worried about opening myself up to that kind of connection, of letting you in where I’d never let any before. I worried about how dangerous my life was and what it could mean to you if I got you involved. I thought that I was too damaged to actually feel love and when I did, I still felt I wasn’t worthy of it – that it and I didn’t belong. As it turns out, that wasn’t something I had made a conscious choice about; it was a choice that had been made for me before I was even fully alive. Being here with you tonight, after everything, made me realize that I shouldn’t let my fears rule me. I have to face them full force and either rise to surpass them or at least give a last stand worthy of singing about.
And that’s why I have to go. Some things are going to happen that have to be stopped. I’d tell you what they were but I know if I do, you’d come and try to find me. And if I’m being completely honest, I don’t see this as something I’m coming back from. If I do, then know that I’m coming back to you having finally buried my past for good. But if not… I’m doing this because if I don’t, you might get hurt. This world could suffer and that’s not a chance I can take. If I’m wrong, then I’ll deal with that no matter what happens. I’m sorry I had to leave this way but I don’t know how much time I have before things get bad. And after all the things that happened to you last night…
I wished I could tell you how much I love you in person. Maybe I’ll get that chance. But if I don’t, know that I was ready to fight back all my fears and worries for a chance to be with you. I didn’t care how hard it got or how much it drove me insane – you are worth it. I’d’ve found my way to Hell just to punch Hugo in the face for how he treated you. Never doubt you’re a person that deserves love and care and tenderness that anyone in the world can provide. You were never the problem, I was. Please take care of yourself and be safe.
Forever yours,
Mythal
Gods, how it hurt to write it out and not say his thoughts directly to her. He had to stop several times to collect himself, his emotions threatening to boil over. Once he finished the letter, he had to sit there for a few minutes, the reality of everything he had written settling into his bones. Once that was set, he quickly scribbled the names on the fronts and folded the letters. Three of them were tucked into his jacket and the other left in his hand, hanging loosely between his fingers as he walked into the living area. He set it down on the coffee table with her name facing her, hopefully giving her opportunity to see it as soon as she woke up. He then walked over to the couch and leaned down, wrapping his arm around her and holding her. He breathed in her scent, memorizing it so he couldn’t forget it and then kissed her gently on her scalp. Somehow the tears still managed to stay within, even now. He gave her hair one last stroke before he let her go, now ready as ever to go. He went over and picked Gren up, holding him tucked in one arm. He groaned a little in protest but then snuggled up against him to get more comfortable. He looked around once more and then turned to head for the door. If he didn’t leave now, he would think twice and then probably not leave at all. And that possibility was too unacceptable.
So he went, locking the door behind him as he went. The sun still hadn’t risen much as he walked away from her cottage, his mind exhausted but determined. Eight hours, Archimedes had said…
He didn’t have much time at all.
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