Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem, or this computer, or this house, but I use them anyway! As much as I would like my own laptop and my own house, it just aint gonna happen. And I'll never own Fire Emblem either.-sigh-
Wil, when will you come back? I've been waiting for about a year and a half now and you have yet to return. Did the promise we made mean nothing to you? Do you not plan to come back at all? Back to your family, back to me? Do you never wish to return? Is it useless waiting for you? Holding on tightly to a promise you apparently never intended to keep. Do I mean so little to you? Does our friendship mean so little? Is it foolish that every time someone knocks on the door, I get excited, thinking and hoping it's you? What did I do wrong? Why did you leave me?
Everyday I sit in my room, staring out the window at the clearing we used to practice archery together in, and see you out there laughing as I yell at you for something or another. I sit there and wait, I wait to see you coming out of the forest we played in as children and hunted in together when we were older, and believed we could concur anything. I wait to see you head toward the village, towards home. I stare at the place where you disappeared, at the tree with the arrow sticking out of it that we stuck there when we made are promise. And believe me, if there was one day I could do over, it would be the day I let you leave. But…I can't turn back time, so I will wait, for the day we meet again.
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Rebecca, do you still remember me? Do you still live in Pherae? Does our arrow still stick in that tree, a reminder to the promise we made? I hope so. I hope that when I get back, we can pull it out together. Are you mad that I'm not back yet, do you think I broke our promise? I haven't, I am coming back. I thought joining Lyn's legion would speed up my return, but it's been a year since I helped Lyn defeat Lundgren, and I am still unable to return. I was tempted to write you a letter, but I need to save money if I'm going to be able to come back, and I doubt you would even read it.
I've missed you soooo much! You would think that as time wore on, I would think of you less, that thinking of you would hurt less, but time doesn't help. The more time that passes the greater my fear is that you have given up on me, or even forgotten me. I try not to think of it because it hurts so much to think that when I return, you may not remember who I am. We were to close for you to just forget me, right?
Pretty soon I will be able to come back, but that won't make up for the time we spent apart, and believe me. If there was one day I could do over, it would be the day I left. But… I can't turn back time. So I will wait, for the day we meet again.
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Wil, last night I heard your voice, you said you loved me, you couldn't hear me say, "me too"
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Rebecca, last night, I dreamt of you, but we can't turn back time, and we both know it.
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