Two Days Later

Two Days Later

Lucky pulled himself off the couch of the cottage as the mail dropped through the slot in the door. He'd reconciled himself to the fact that Elizabeth was gone and wasn't coming back again. Her room at Kelly's had been cleaned out and the only thing that remained was the scent that was so definitely hers. With time that would fade too.

He retrieved the mail and sifted through its contents. Most of the stuff was addressed to Nikolas, but there was one thing for him. His breath caught when he recognized the handwriting on the envelope.

"Elizabeth," he whispered.

He slid his finger under the flap and pulled the folded white paper from the envelope. His eyes scanned the page and he wondered if he'd ever be the same again after he read it.

Lucky, he read.

Since you're reading this, it means that I'm gone. It wouldn't be delivered until I was out of the country. I'm only telling you this so you know that I'm no longer in Port Charles. Please stop looking for me, if you have been.

Today, April 20, 2002, was supposed to be our wedding day. But, we're not married and I'm pretty sure that you don't know where I am. Otherwise, you'd be beating the door down to get to me.

I stood in front of the mirror saying "Elizabeth Spencer" over and over again. The more I said it, the more I would cry. And I realized that I didn't want to be Elizabeth Spencer. I didn't want to be your wife.

I also realized that I don't love you anymore. That I haven't in a very long time. And, with time, you'll realize that you don't love me either. Maybe it was wrong of me to agree to marry you when I knew what my feelings were, but I couldn't see myself as anything else but your girlfriend. I didn't remember who I was if I wasn't with you. I don't like seeing myself as an extension of another person.

You saved me, Lucky. And because you did, I thought that I could save you too. I can't. I won't. You have to save yourself. You have to be strong by yourself. I can't be your
prop anymore. I have to go now...

Be safe, Lucky.

Farewell,
Elizabeth

His tears fell on the paper and he ran his fingers across the lettering before he crumpled the paper into a ball.

"Never," he promised. "You have my heart and that's a permanent lock."