Prologue: Demons
Feelings were the judgement of one's soul and the way Peter Barlow's world came crashing down was something he couldnt describe because if he was to describe it he would be back at Carla's side like a flash. The way he saw his life was confusing and that was because it was, simply Carla was still inside but now he held the key to her release, well he didnt and she was finally free. Gary Windass, you never would have thought it but all of this was down to him. All of it.
Carla was inside because of him and now Peter's determination was paramount, he needed to see her. He had become a schemer, plotting behind peoples backs and more importantly, he was on the way to getting the love of his life back. He needed her back. Every day he counted down the days when she would be released and now Gary had confessed it was looking sooner rather than later. There was something about the way he needed to see her again, see her with his own eyes, he needed that reassurance that she was ok.
The only memories he had of her were recent ones when they were on the run and more recently when he visited her in prison after he was let out himself for aiding a criminal, he scoffed at the thought of how loving Carla could ruin his life once more, well people assumed it was ruined but Peter himself didnt think that because the torch still burned ever so bright for his ex-wife.
He remembered their wedding, how it was unofficial another thing he hated, another thing that he couldnt physically hold on to but mentally he could and he let it dictate his life. When he got back on the street everyone hated him of course but as soon as Gary confessed the apologies came flooding in and he laughed at the audacity of people and how narrowminded some of his neighbours were.
The ink dripped off the paper, a quill pen and the irony of that was in jest. How did it become like this? How did their love end up like this? Peter thought about Carla once more and the only way he could fix himself was to have Carla in his life. The way it worked was he built up all of these scenarios in his head and the way she was out there now and didnt come looking for him made him majorly annoyed and miffed because he really did think he deserved it considering he put his life on the line for her. However the more he thought about it the more he realised that she was scared, he knew she was down to that gut feeling he always had of her. Mind you he was scared to but he knew she had probably been worn down in that prison and the chance of freedom allowed her to just forget and move on.
Reading over the letter once more, he sighed and laughed again at the quill pen he picked up that his father had left on the side. He just hoped it would get to her, he knew she would be hiding away god knows where but he hoped that this letter would get to her, it needed to get to her and she needed to know how he felt.
Peter walked to the post box and posted the letter, he breathed out and rested his hands on the top of it knowing this could change his life, but what he didnt realise that this letter could change his life forever and not in a good way...