Dear Darcy,

I stalk the empty halls of death, searching for something, searching for someone, searching for you. I'm running. Running from the cold, trying to get back to the safety of your warm embrace. How long has it been since I was torn from your side? A week? A month? A year? For every second I spend here is an eternity of suffering and regret, wishing and praying that I was with you.

I realise now what was important. If only I could have seen it before. It was you. You feathered and teased my raging fury. You played with the beast within me. You made everything seem perfect, the world made sense when I was near you. You made me forget the villain I am. If only the world could have seen me through your eyes.

Darcy, I'm tired. I'm running, I promise. I want to get back to you, I swear. But there is no escape, not this time. Death is final. I know that now. But the passion we shared will never die.

I will cherish that one night when I looked up into your gold eyes and on my knee I asked you that magic question. I remember the joy in your voice, the gleam in your eyes as you replied "yes". Remember the squeals of ecstasy that escaped your lips, as I placed an unworthy ring upon that elegant finger of yours.

Darcy, I will be here waiting for you. I will never stop running until I find you. Until I caress your warm, blushing cheeks with these dull hands of mine. Until your luscious lips meet mine and light that blazing fire in my frozen heart once again. That is my promise to you.

There was nothing Darcy could've done to block the ocean of tears that had built up as she clung to the old parchment . Her vision blurred and her cheeks began to flood with bitter, salty tears. She felt like her bleeding heart had been butchered . Her body took control and the feeble walls supporting Darcy's sanity caved in. She doubled over and uncontrollable sobs began to seize her body. It might of been days that Darcy had been curled up in a ball on her bed. There were shreds of a torn up letter that were scattered around the room. The time she spent reminiscing over her lost love brought her to an undeniable conclusion.

Darcy stood on top of the world. The ice-cold wind was pushing her back, but not even nature could sway her. She peered down one last time. It was a long way down to the hard concrete pavement, to be precise she was 16 floors away from the earth. Her legs trembled as she climbed onto the balcony rail. She stood upright and embraced the wind, which was still stubbornly trying to bring her down. She leaned forwards. And as she did, she whispered to herself:

Dear Valtor,

Death doesn't scare me. I'm coming back to your strong arms that shield me from all the hatred and anger in this cold and cruel world. We'll run together and laugh at death. We'll laugh at the unfortunate souls who fear the end. And when I do find you, I will never let you go. Valtor, this is my promise to you.

Thank you for reading! Please R&R.

~ShadowRider96