It really had to end this way, you know. I had to die. And I wanted it. Oh, how I wanted it.

I stayed at the mansion only because of Scott, you see. He needed me. He needed me to
keep in control, give him an anchor for his balance. And that was me.

The reason I lusted after Logan, I suppose, was the little streak in me that wanted freedom.
Needed it. As much as Scott needed me. And now I have this freedom. There is nothing to
hold me back. No wings, no gravity, no nothing. Only my soul, floating through space.

I know that this letter isn't that long, but there isn't that much to say. I'm happy here,
with my newfound freedom. But I still miss you.

Maybe, Ororo, when you die, we can be free together.

~Jean Grey~