The air was cold, the surroundings silent. No movement, no warmth, a morbid stillness blanketed the grey sky, which hung heavily above the forsaken graves. The wind blew through withered branches and ever so slowly it weakened until it died down, but with the last of the breezes it opened a folded letter. The mud beneath the piece of paper started to stamp onto the backside of the sheet, melding with the cursive blue writing.
"Dear Dorian," it said almost in a heavy-hearted way.
"You laughed.
You cried.
You felt happiness at some point in your life." A stain of ink splashed across the words in a way that they could still be easily read.
"This was supposed to end when you fell into despair. I saw it in your eyes, the fear of letting go. A swirl of emotions so powerful that my own body responded to them; you were pulling me inside the vortex of your own universe and the strength in my arms faded gradually, until I became nothing but another once-known person of your past. Even so, I fought. For you, for the future, for the ones that could not believe in what we had and for the ones that tried to keep us apart. For father, for me. I fought.
I remember how I struggled against my father's strong grip, but he was too determined to get me away from you. If only I had the strength to push him away, maybe then I could have touched you one more time... I could have told you all of these things . Now I am barely aware that I am writing them, for my hand is numb, and so is my soul.
I know as well as you did that time that no matter how hard we try to confront our inner demons we cannot defeat them. Compared to us, they are invincible. Indestructible. The war against them was lost before it even started. A blindfold was pulled across your eyes and a rope tied your hands together since the beginning, when you met Father. You couldn't protect yourself, your innocence layed barren for all to see, even for the Devil.
Don't you understand, Dorian? We were the same.
We defined greed. I wanted you and you wanted the wisdom of time and the beauty of the kind that never ends. You longed for pleasure and expected eternity to sumbit at your feet. Dorian, you got the chance to know how it is to be powerful and in control, physically and mentally. You became a marble statue, frozen in time, looking down with irony upon a hypocrite society. You became a God, tainted by the misery which lay deep inside your very mind. It sickens me to remind myself of the person who put it in there. It doesn't seem so fascinating now that you've been through everything, does it?
When you reached the end, regrets flooded inside and as if they weren't cruel enough on their own, memories accompanied them. To be the young innocent man you once were, that's what you wished for with all your might. Your prayed for it, but I will tell you exactly what the Church taught me: We are never meant to gain some things, no matter how much we want them. You defied God, nature, life, the rules of the Universe. You opened a door without thinking of what might lurk behind it… and this is were our resemblance stops.
Some may do wrong, but others may do right. This is human nature and no one will ever have the right to blame us for our mistakes.
Your one and only,
Emily.
Loving you was easy."
Raindrops slid across the harsh surface of the gravestone, running down the carefully chosen words while the sky cried for the redemption of his past.