Alex's Letter
Dear family,
You've found this on me, and therefore you already know the decision I've made. Please know that this choice was not because of you, you've given me more help and love in my life than I could have ever hoped for, and than I can ever, or will ever, repay you for, and know that there's nothing more you could have done that would have changed this, but the fact that you tried is what matters the most. You know the lives we've lived, stumbling down a long, unfamiliar road, all its twists, roughs, unexpected hardships, and tripped so many times, and helped each other up just to repeat the same pattern again. Too many times over I've seen my inescapable future, a mirrored image of everything that's happened. To never live my life on stable ground. And all the times I thought I found a solid foothold, and weighed my life upon it, just to have it collapse beneath my feet, and I fell for it every time, and collapsed with it. Always living with a veil in front of our eyes, all the shadows, the tricks, never in the light, never seeing where our steps would put us next, like putting my whole life in a gamble every single day, and it asked more of me than I could handle. I guess I'm weaker, couldn't handle the constant stakes, and I carved my own, desperate path out of it, and that's the only word for it. When we live in the dark, blind and voiceless to the turns of our lives, then we're puppets on strings, and my only means to cut the ropes, make a knot out of them. I betrayed you, took the easy way out, and left you with more to carry than you already had, but try to understand just how much you meant to me, and know that I did love you, like I know that you loved me. I hope for you, that you may one day gain control of the events that succeed you, and that you live the lives that we've always deserved. Thank you for all you've done for me, all you've helped me through, and know that I held them in my heart until the very end. Divide up any of my things you want, don't let them gather dust for me, except my wand, and the Siren Song, I want Max to have them, use them, pass them on, as a constant reminder of how much we meant to each other, and everything we shared in one another. I wish you the best of luck, the best in your lives, and always remember the times we had together, the good, and the bad, that have shaped us so much. Good-bye, good luck, never forget.
Love, Alex