Standing on Top of the World
Part I : The Letter...
Dearest Ann,
...I feel as if I can't ever regain your trust. I realized that day, when Carl and Englehorn brought down Kong, that you loved him. In those few short hours, he must've shown you that his heart was not encased in ice. We saw him as deadly and something to be feared...but you saw him as caring, kind, and gentle. He saved you and kept you safe, and we forced him down to wallow in blood and tears. I saw the sadness in his eyes-- and in yours. I could see everything you were feeling. Anger, sorrow, betrayal...
We betrayed you, Ann; I betrayed you. Unknowingly, we destroyed something beautiful and free and turned into nothing more than a mere beast in chains. I wouldn't have known what savages we were if you had not given me that steely stare...It killed me to see you that way. I hated myself for everything that had happened in that one, single moment; I could've died with all of the hate in me.
Is it wrong to regret? Is it wrong to feel like I do nothing but burn the things I'm so passionate about? I confide in my plays, did you know that? I'm no good at real life; life off stage or away from the stands. Perhaps that's why I was hesitant to tell you, and God, I haven't told you still.
Ann, I love you. I always thought it wasn't about the words. I was wrong.
I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me some day. I hope you find it in your heart to love me again. I hope...you have a happy life. With or without me, my dearest Ann.
Forever and always yours,
Jack Driscoll.