I missed her. The girl Angleterre ripped away from me. I knew it was six centuries since she had died but I still missed her. She had been the one. My one love. My soulmate.
I wanted to join her but where would that leave Crucio? My sweet little Ange. His eyes matched hers perfectly. He had been too young to remember her before she died. All he remembered of her were the stories of her that I told him and that I kept a white rose at all times. He never asked the reason for the rose and I never told him.
Would it be okay if I were to leave him? America was taking care of him more and more often. Crucio had become a city. A capital city. He was under the care of America and the twins, North and South Dakota. But how would he react if I were to leave him? If I were to say goodbye forever so I could be with his mother?
On a snowy day in February I decided to say goodbye to Crucio one last time. I had smiled and acted like nothing was wrong. I had made him promise that he would always keep a white rose with him and that he would never forget me no matter how old he got. He was confused by this and asked why. Should I have told him? At the time I didn't because I didn't want him to worry or to try and stop me.
As I left I had tears in my eyes. I was saying goodbye for the last time to my petit ange.
When I had gotten back to my house I located a stool and some rope. I wrote a quick note before setting the stool near a ceiling beam. I got up on the stool and tied the rope to the beam. Then I tied a noose on the end of the rope. Slipping the noose over my head I thought of her. I closed my eyes and stepped off of the stool.
I would finally get to see Joan after so long…..