my love,
I still think our days together. All of those wonderful days.
I never knew that those wretched demons would take that much of a sacrifice. Too much of a sacrifice. I agreed to their deal and left that dank hole that they called the Shadowcourt.
The whole of Oakvale was devoured by the shadows... That was truly a sight that I will never forget. I found- find myself unable to sleep at the memory of you. Your beautiful ghost haunts my every dream and every nightmare. Their screams, yours among them, is something that not even the strongest of wine will never erase.
I was young. I was foolish... I still am. I would give anything to hear the soft melody of your voice and see your golden hair shine in the sun. Anything.
It's as if something compels me to go back to that wretched place and continue to sacrifice all those people. Innocents. Mothers, fathers, daughters and sons. All of them dead because of who I am.
These dark marks will always remind me of who I am. Whenever I look in the mirror I shall see what I am. A monster.
I truly did think that this note would give me comfort, closure and warmth instead of the freezing, lone, bitterness that comes with being me.
Always and forever with love,
Reaver.
He stood from his desk and wiped his eyes, heavy with grief and sadness. Slowly he left his house and headed for Wraithmarsh, placing the note in the centre of the largest marsh and watching is disappear into the filthy grey water.
"You're gone like her."