Dear Gray,
I bet you are curious as to why I'm writing an old-fashioned-letter, even though we live so near to each other. It has been ages since we had really talked to each other, and we both know that I'm not one for words, and thus, the reason for this letter.
Remember the night under the stars, in the flower garden on Mother's Hill? You used to grumble about how boring it was, but you would still spend the night watching with me. Remember when Kai and Karen attempted (and succeeded) in making Rick wear one of Popuri's dresses? I believe it was the first time I had laughed so hard. Oh, the memories. Back when we were young and innocent, and before you fell in love with Claire, hard.
I don't have anything against you and Claire, really. But you have changed a lot, Gray. You stopped hanging out with us, and your every single second of consciousness is with either Claire or at the blacksmith's. I can't count how many times you us up. You give me the cold shoulder, or mutter a cold 'hi' to me when we see each other on the street. Why do you hate me so much now? I spent countless of sleepless nights and time pondering over all my previous actions, behaviour-in fact, every single word I've ever said to you, but no matter what I do, I can feel the distance getting bigger and bigger. We're like repelling magnets, and I feel even further from you each day.
Oh, sorry for my rambling, you know how I tend to ramble when I'm upset I have no idea what to say to you, since it's kind of awkward. Anyway, I'll get straight to the point. I'm going to London to further my studies, and I would finally be able to fulfil my dream of becoming a science fiction author, and buy a cottage by the sea. The gardens of the cottage would be filled with herbs and grasses for my research, and I'll receive a Nobel for my contributions to science…oh no, I'm rambling again, sorry about that.
After I'm gone, please continue working hard! Saibara does scold you harshly, but he's only trying to improve your skills, so don't get angry at him again. I can see that you truly love Claire, but I won't be there for the wedding, I'm so sorry! Congratulations in advance, she told me about your marriage! Oh, please ignore the wet stains, I spilled tea coffee water on it, I apologise for that!
Oh my, the paper is soaking wet, so I'll end this letter now. Cherish Claire. Don't break her heart like you broke mine. Farewell.
Love,
Mary