Dear Wolfwood,
Am I so wrong to wish that I could intertwine with the path of a sinner? Even though his hands are drenched in blood? Is it so wrong to try to clean those hands with the purity in my heart? I yearn for you, the man with no past to embrace me once again. I knew somewhere in my heart this could not last because a man with no past is destined to have no future. Damned old sayings are haunting me again, and teasing me with their painful truths. I cry for you in silent agony, because I could not save you with my love. Your life was cut too short, and just before you could bask in the joys of parenthood. I stare outside at the enigma in red. He has not shed a tear for you. Doesn't he remember the drinks you'd both drowned, the laughs you'd both shared, and the adventures you'd fought? He does not shed a tear for our love, instead he gazes to the future. Maybe he is crying, or maybe he knows something more. Again the tears are flowing from me. Why did you leave us Wolfwood? We were always behind you no matter what happened. How can I go on baring the burden of our love within me? Didn't you want to live? Didn't you want to be with me? It's sad that this is the end of our love story, but still I cannot close the book. I'm so selfish.
Millie