I have made a terrible mistake.
She was the one thing in my world that still had some sense of purity... Yet, I tainted her with my attempt to free her from her fear. I couldn't even save her friend, Gordon, yet I felt no remorse. I had known where she was for quite some time, but I couldn't bring myself to see her again yet. I didn't believe that she was ready to accept what I could offer her. I should have approached sooner, but by the time I had realized that, it was too late.
I write this now, knowing that I will not live to see my November the 5th. This is the last will and testament of a madman, and it will be one of love. Without eyes, I see her. Without skin, I feel her. She brought to me all I had forgotten and I brutalized her as I tried to free her from her fear. She had wanted to kiss me for so long, but she decided against it. Who could blame her? She knew my ideas. She knew my plans. She knew my reasons, but she did not know me. Then again, how could she when I myself, do not know?
V. The roman numeral that was my cage became my name. Signs all around me showed me where to go and what was to come. Then, I met her and I knew she was meant for me. EVEY. She was perfect. I brought her into my world and she saved my life. I, in turn, saved hers. She forced the hate from my eyes and reminded me of what I had long ago given up on. A person can truly love without sight and live, if only for a moment, without hate.
I don't believe I had ever cried quite so hard as when she left me. Not even Valerie's death had impacted me so greatly. Yes, I killed for Valerie. But I would... will die for her. My Evey. I hope that one day she may read this and, if she does: I love you, Evey. Though our lips have never truly touched... Thought I tainted you with my hate... Though I know you will never return the feeling... The man that I believed no longer existed loves you with every fiber of this failing body.