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
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.
"
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,
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."
