Fitzwilliam,

With a heavy heart and unwilling hands I type you this email. By the time you read this, I probably would not be in this world anymore.
I tried. God knows how I tried. To moved on. To get passed this humiliation. To have a new start and be a woman that you would be proud with.
For a little while I thought I did. That I finally conquered my demons.
But now I know I can't. I can't live with myself, knowing that I carried a devil spawn in my womb. That monster's child.
I just can't do it. Not without losing my sanity. I hope I was stronger. Strong enough to overcame this, but alas, I'm just a weak and spineless girl. It breaks my heart that you were saddled with sister like me instead of someone deserving.

I'm not thick faced enough to asked for forgiveness when I knew I would cause you such tremendous grief and sorrow. So I won't. And you don't have to forgive me.
You could hate me and curse me if it will make you feel better, but I know you, and you would likely condemn yourself than reproach somebody else.
Foolish sweet Fitzwilliam. Please... don't blame yourself, it wasn't your fault. It never was. Simply think of it as fate. Our fate as family ends here, as it is my fate to die tonight.
As for you... I know you will be alright. Maybe not tomorrow or the days after, but someday. Someday you'd be full of joy, happiness, laughter and love. So much love that it makes all these tragedies nothing but a faded distant memories.
I know so brother, because no matter how unfair fate is, it never too cruel to turn its back on a person who suffered too much on it's hand and if there's a man who deserves happiness, it is you my dear Fitzwilliam.
I know it's ironic coming from someone who choose to end her life but, live, brother.
Live life to the fullest. Never let fear rules you, because life's too short for regrets.

Have a good life, brother. That's all I asked.

With a shaking hand, Georgiana pressed enter. Done. She did it. She just emailed her brother a suicide note. She didn't want to do it. Oh God, she didn't! But she must! For her family sakes, especially her beloved brother. Her other hand softly caressing the pen that Fitzwilliam gave her and kissed it, before putting it in a holder with a bunch of other pens and pencils.

Straightening her shoulders, she wipes the tears running across her cheek and stood. Turning away from the laptop on the writing table with a determined look, she faced her fate.

Good bye, my dear beloved brother.