Dear Roderich,

Although you will never receive this letter from me, it comforts me greatly to imagine that I am writing to you. Yet, so many questions of mine will be left unanswered, and then my happiness becomes false.

But I can just picture your smiling face as you read this imaginary letter, saying, "I wish you were here, Wolfgang." I can hear your voice so clearly in my mind, and the last words you ever spoke to me. If I had one wish right now, I would wish to be alive again, even if it was only for just one day; I so long to see you again and hold your hand, to feel your arms around me.

Sometimes I find myself dreaming of the two of us taking a peaceful walk through Vienna, and we stop for a moment to listen- there is a violinist, on the other side of the street, and he is playing my music. As he finishes his cadenza, he turns and smiles at us, and we continue our walk. Though it is only a dream, it is a very comforting one.

And therefore I ask- where are you? What are you doing? Do you miss me? Do you long to see me as I desire with all of my heart to see you? Do you dream of me?

And the most painful question that I ask you: Do you love me, as I love you, my dearest friend in the whole world?

I hear myself saying the words I never had a chance to say to you, and they stab me in the chest. If only I could call out to you, if only I wasn't sending letters to myself!

The only comfort I have now is the pianoforte in my room. I play music to no one but myself, and it is one of the few things that keep me smiling every day. And Stanzi… she is making sure my music is not forgotten. She makes me smile as well, even though she is not with me. So much is happening around me, but I can only watch.

Though I had longed for Death's embrace before, I now long for yours. I will search the whole world for you, dear Roderich, until I am with you once more.

I truly believe… our friendship is surely the strongest and most loving in all the world.

With love,

Wolfgang Amadè Mozart

5 December, 1792

Author's note: I will most likely not be writing GerIta any longer, sadly. But I will be writing more stories with Mozart and Austria. If you would like to read more recent work, you can visit my FictionPress (same username).

Also, this stemmed from a roleplay on tumblr, we decided to call the ship "PianoForteShipping".