England 1867 (May), The Letter: "I write because I'm afraid to say some things out loud." - Anon
My dear, dear Hal,
I will be brief, as I plan on boarding the next boat departing for America.
I refuse to stay. (Not even for another conversation with you.) For the many years I believed I was a liberated woman, I was honestly no better than how I was in my human years. I must find something of my own. I will not find it in England. And I certainly will not find it around either of you. Furthermore, I would not want to impose any further on the life you are leading. I am tired of desecrating unsuspecting households for sport. (Although, I realise this may be hard to comprehend.)
You are probably questioning why I have written to you and not him. I shall not go into detail, but I have come to realise you are the only one who will listen. (Even when you are drunk on blood.) I also know for a fact you will probably mourn my departure far more, although, admittedly, I do not completely understand why you would care. It may not be reciprocated, but I do consider you as something akin to a friend.
And maybe I might come to miss your company too…
E. Jefferson.
P.S. Kindly tell Fergus to 'Fuck off'.