Summary: Descole blames the Laytons for taking only one child with them to London. Takes place six months after letter 4.
This one letter is a short one, because there were some elements I wanted to write before moving forward, and I couldn't do it in the last chapter. Sorry if that's too short, but hope you like it anyways! I promise the sixth letter will be longer.
Theodore,
Sometimes, I can't help but loathe the Laytons. Why did they have to adopt only one child? Why couldn't they take us both? What would it have changed? I could have taken care of myself! They were so selfish. At the time, my sole concern was your future – I didn't even think about this other possibility. Now, my heart's filled with regrets. Not that it's an unusual feeling.
They never gave us any explanation. Why you? Why me? Why Hershel and not Theodore – why not the two brothers together? It didn't occur to them that we would suffer both the same pain. Do they even know what it's like to suffer? They have a perfect life, and now, they have the perfect child to match. I will never forget the day when I let go of your hand. They didn't bat an eyelid while tears were forming in my eyes as I watched you leave. They should have known better. Parents are supposed to care for their children, they are supposed to support them. Ours were always by our side when we needed them. The Laytons don't have the right to call themselves 'parents'!
In the end, they are the ones who tore us apart a second time. Loneliness gets the better of me, I know it – I'm starting to hate them as I hate Targent for what they did to us. I know the Laytons are not half as much responsible as them, but I cannot stop myself from letting this hate in. This is the only thing that keeps me going, along with my studies.
It seems my plan is working anyway. Everything's fading away – the joy, the smiles, the laughs, the times we'd spend together. The only things that matters is hate. I know it's not normal for a 12-year-old boy to be subjected to this atrocious feeling, but have our lives ever been normal?
One day I'll get a grip on myself, I promise you. And this one day I shall contact the Laytons again – to finally understand, and to keep an eye on you, as I know I should.
Hershel