A/N: Okay, so if anyone has read Letters, you know that I had an alternate ending planned. This is it. So, The Last Letter imay sound slightly familliar. Now you know why. I'm planning on writing another chapter from Kel's POV, so be on the lookout. KK.
Letters. His desk was full of letters, too many to count. He had written her a letter almost every day for the past five years. All of them remained in his desk, unsent, unopened, unread. More than 1,800 letters—long letters, short letters. Some of them said nothing, there was just bleeding ink, smudged by tears. He had never sent any of them—what good would they have done, he thought pessimistically, never admitting that he, Nealan of Queenscove, the most painfully honest, outgoing, bold, and articulate member of their year-mates, was afraid to speak his mind.
He felt like a fake. He and Kel told each other everything—she had never lied to him, never kept a secret. But he had violated that. How could he not? It was the lesser of two evils. She could never know. That would ruin their relationship more surely than this little lie could.
But he couldn't hide this forever. He couldn't bear to lie to her forever. What he felt for her—it was stronger than anything he had ever experienced.
He had to do something—he felt his heart was ready to burst. She needed to know. His love for her came so easily from their friendship- being friends with her, but not loving her would be like the sky without stars, like the moon without the sun. There was no other way. This was real. This felt so right.
So, for the last time, looking sadly at his ink-stained fingers, he picked up his quill, set it to the parchment, and wrote the words that he had written so often, his soul aching with every stroke. Either way, this would be the last letter he wrote.
Kel-
You might not know this, but every mage has at least on vision in their life. For some odd reason, the gods each let us each see the time when we die. I didn't realize it before, but today, I will go into battle. I won't come out. There is no way to change this. I'm sorry. But there is one thing that I have to tell you. Kel, I love you, more than anyone else in the world. I'm sorry that I lied to you, but you couldn't know. That would have ruined everything. So, goodbye, Kel.
Neal
He blew on the ink to dry it, and folded the letter into the envelope. On it he wrote: "To Kel"
He left it on his desk, as he pulled on his helmet. "Goodbye, Kel." He said the words aloud. And then, he left his tent to face the battle before him.
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