Dearest Christine,
By now, the dawn has come. And though I would give anything in this world to share it with you, I cannot. Life with me in the darkness is no life at all, only a selfish dream. You are for the daylight. So go forward into this day. Embrace it with all the strength that you have. Return to your Vicompte and let him give you the things that I cannot – joy, freedom, a family. Turn your face into the light, and shine the way you were meant to.
To ensure your happiness, I would ask you to forget all about your Angel in the darkness – but I cannot ask that. For there is one thing you must do for me, always.
Sing.
You must sing, my Beloved.
If Music is my mistress, then I entreat her to leave me and go with you instead. Fill this hollow world with your voice, and it will become heaven for all who are near enough to hear it. Remember what I have taught you, and perfect your divine art.
Beyond that, Dearest, do not think of me. Unless it is to secretly remember one perfect, moonless night. But do know forever after that I will keep my promise. Never again shall I take another life. Not even in defense of the wretched one I have. When my moment of judgement comes, for it surely will, I will not fight like the bitter creature I have been. I will surrender my weapon just as surely as I surrendered it to you in the darkness. With my last breath, I will speak your name, and renew my promise. I will honor you, and hold my vow sacred. I swear this to you.
Until that day, Beloved – and for the eternity that awaits my restless soul afterwards – I will dream of you, and wish for your happiness, and remain, forever,
Yours.