Elijah,
I forgive you. I think I forgave you the moment you left me there, because of course I understand why you did it. We're too alike, in that way; we've both done things we hate to protect the people we love. I just wish the people we love didn't hate each other so much.
Maybe then, I could feel the way I feel without hating myself for it. Maybe then, I could ask you if you feel the same.
Yours, in another life,
Elena
She opens her diary, and slips the letter she will never send him between its pages.
