This story belongs to Phillip Pullman. I'm just a poor fanfiction writer
trying to make my way in the world. This is a short one-timer fanfic.
Enjoy!
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Dear Lyra,
If you're reading this, then that means that you've somehow found your way to my world. I'm glad, but unfortunately, it's too late. As I write this, I am twenty years old and dying from cancer. For seven years I had somehow hoped that I would find a way for us to be together again, but I now see that as impossibility.
I know what you're probably thinking right now, that you can't live if I'm dead, but I don't want you to. You have to live your life and forget about me. I have resigned myself to death. I know now that I will never see your face, I will never kiss you, I will never hear your beautiful voice again.
I am writing this letter for you, but I am also writing it partly for myself. I want to make sure that after I am gone, you will know what really happened to me. I want you to know that I have never loved any woman but you.
I still remember the times that we spent together, and I have always been faithful to our oath to go to the botanical gardens every midsummer day. The times that I spent there were full of my memories of us, of you. I wish now that I could have seen the beautiful women that you have grown up to be.
The times when you stuck up for me and helped me out with the knife are the most fond memories. I like to think of you in the bad times, when we were both under stress and pain, because it helps me remember what a strong person you were.
Over the past few weeks, I've had lots of time to think, and death has definitely been on my mind. It's comforting for me to know that I'll no longer be going to a place where I'll be locked up for all eternity. After death, I'll tell my story, tell of the times I spent protecting my mother, running away from home, and of course, meeting you.
Never forget me, Lyra. Get married, love someone else, live your life to the fullest, but never forget me, because as soon as you do, I won't exist any longer.
With this letter, I will enclose the shards of the knife. Should you read this, then I'm dead. If possible, I'll wait for you in the underworld, and then we can live forever together. I want you to live your life though, and live it fully. Just remember me, and remember that I'll wait for you.
Love forever,
Will
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Dear Lyra,
If you're reading this, then that means that you've somehow found your way to my world. I'm glad, but unfortunately, it's too late. As I write this, I am twenty years old and dying from cancer. For seven years I had somehow hoped that I would find a way for us to be together again, but I now see that as impossibility.
I know what you're probably thinking right now, that you can't live if I'm dead, but I don't want you to. You have to live your life and forget about me. I have resigned myself to death. I know now that I will never see your face, I will never kiss you, I will never hear your beautiful voice again.
I am writing this letter for you, but I am also writing it partly for myself. I want to make sure that after I am gone, you will know what really happened to me. I want you to know that I have never loved any woman but you.
I still remember the times that we spent together, and I have always been faithful to our oath to go to the botanical gardens every midsummer day. The times that I spent there were full of my memories of us, of you. I wish now that I could have seen the beautiful women that you have grown up to be.
The times when you stuck up for me and helped me out with the knife are the most fond memories. I like to think of you in the bad times, when we were both under stress and pain, because it helps me remember what a strong person you were.
Over the past few weeks, I've had lots of time to think, and death has definitely been on my mind. It's comforting for me to know that I'll no longer be going to a place where I'll be locked up for all eternity. After death, I'll tell my story, tell of the times I spent protecting my mother, running away from home, and of course, meeting you.
Never forget me, Lyra. Get married, love someone else, live your life to the fullest, but never forget me, because as soon as you do, I won't exist any longer.
With this letter, I will enclose the shards of the knife. Should you read this, then I'm dead. If possible, I'll wait for you in the underworld, and then we can live forever together. I want you to live your life though, and live it fully. Just remember me, and remember that I'll wait for you.
Love forever,
Will