A/N: Cliffhangers are annoying aren't they. Well, it took me a while to think what I wanted our wonderful Mr. Darce's letter to say. So, here it is. And then Alex's reaction to it. This is gonna be a short chapter, so sorry.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, except for a 95 Toyota, and that doesn't really count.
I picked the letter up, trying to make sense of the rolling scrawl on the paper. But, every time I tried to read it, my eyes blurred in disbelief. So, I calmed myself, by saying to myself "Screw it. I will read it in the morning."
That lasted till about 1 AM, then I just had to know what the letter was about. I finally got my hands to stop shaking. The letter before me read:
Alex,
I realize that I didn't exactly come off right. I want to start by apologizing for my rudeness. My anger was not directed at you. It was directed at Wickham. In this letter, I will address the wrongs that have been put into light, and try to explain them to the best of my ability so that you may understand my actions. I will first address Wickham. When my father died, he did indeed leave him a substantial amount of money. All of which I did give to him. When he had spent it all in ways that I will not begin to convey in this letter, he came back to me, begging for more money. I knew that if I gave him more money, he would never be out of my hair, so I told him that I was rid of him. At a later date he came back to my house. He began to date my sister, Georgie. But, when it became clear that her inheritance would never go to him, even if they were eventually married, he disappeared again. I suppose I could have handled the situation a little more maturely, but you must understand the anger that was in me. The second thing I will address is that of your sister and Kye Bingle. I saw that he was ridiculously attracted to her, even to the point of love. But, it appeared she did not return the affection as strongly. I told him that if his heart was to remain intact, he must stay in London and send you two away. Some of that was also on my part. I could not stand the agony it put me through to have you there, despising me as you do. I had wished that with our distance, the feelings you had for me would have changed. However, it seems I have made a bigger mess of things than I intended to and therefore, pushed you further away. I will never see you again, unless you wish it. I am sorry for the pain and the confusion I have caused you.
Yours,
Darce
I read the letter twice. It seems…well. It seems like Darce was an entirely different guy than he painted himself to be. I found myself feeling remorse that I had shoved him away so quickly. But, wait…he had left. Probably because I was being a jerk. I sighed, putting my head in my hands. This was going to be a long night. My feelings and emotions were a tangled web that needed deeply to be sorted, and I didn't know if I would like the outcome.
A/N: told you it was gonna be short