Dear Arthur,
Listen, I know it's pointless writing to a dead.
But Arthur, I miss you and I don't know what to do.
You've been gone for three weeks two days and five hours.
I keep on waiting for you to return home.
Then I remember you won't.
You won't because I watched you die.
You won't because I couldn't save you.
Dear Arthur,
Gwen is getting better.
She misses you.
I can see it in her eyes.
I miss you.
I miss your smile.
Your laugh.
Your hair.
Your voice.
Your insults.
God, I just miss you.
They keep saying it will get better.
But it never does.
Dear Arthur,
I need you Arthur.
I love you.
I have for years.
I never told you, dammit.
There's so much we could have been but never will be.
You were taken from me.
I thought I was in time.
I thought we'd have our happily ever after.
I was wrong.
Dear Arthur,
They keep telling me it's not my fault. I know it is.
Dear Arthur,
I keep remembering your last words.
I can't get them out of my head.
They are beautiful.
Terribly beautiful.
They hurt.
Dear Arthur,
You're dead.
You're dead and I'm alive.
It was my job to protect you.
I failed you.
I failed everyone.
I am so sorry.
Dear Arthur,
I miss telling you what a clotpole you are.
Please come home.
Dear Arthur,
It's been over a year since you died.
Still a day doesn't pass where I don't wish you were here.
Gwen is a wonderful ruler and I help her all that I can.
I don't know how long I can keep this up.
Dear Arthur,
Why do people promise me it will get better.
It only gets worse.
Dear Arthur,
Gaius has died.
Now I am truly alone.
Dear Arthur,
Goodbye.