Dear Eve, 23th of March 1978,
You're coming; I'm two days over time, and the contractions have started. They're still very far apart, fortunately, so that's given me the time to write this. As soon as the first contraction hit me the guard called Daniel who immediately came downstairs. It was then I forever left this cell behind me. Ironic, the whole time when I was here I longed to leave this cell behind me forever, and now when I'm about to I'm so terrified of what's going to happen that I'd rather spend another 6 months here, postponing the reality of me going to die.
I had an actual talk with your father two days ago. I've made the decision of not being mad at him anymore; what's the use? He was probably just doing his job, and anger isn't going to save my life. I know in the end he 'will' be punished for this, one way or another. I comfort myself with that thought. I told him about the letters I wrote to you, and he promised me he would do everything he could to make sure you got those letters, once you're old enough to read them. Of course I'm aware that this might be another of the lies he's so good at, but believe me, when you're about to be murdered you're willing to believe almost every nice word that comes to you.
I can't help but continue to wonder if things could have been different. I believe it was Shakespeare who first said: "Love is blind", and never before has a saying been so true, for love is blind. In very seldom cases love cures and enlightens, but mostly love just hurts, aches, devastates, or kills. The latter, in my case. My love for your father will literally kill me in a few hours. The only comforting thought it that this all has a reason; you. I hope one day you will realise, no matter how you were raised, that there is something else, something better, besides evil. And I hope you will find that.
I can feel another contraction coming up; it won't be long now till the doctor comes to examine me again. My last hours in this world have started. My darling baby, the end of our journey together is near, but yours is only just beginning. I don't know who you're going to be, what you will look like, or how you will fill in the blank page that is your life, but one thing is for sure; remember that no matter who you are, your mother has loved you.
Yours truly,
Your loving mother, Amy
26 years later Eve walked through the halls of Wolfram& Hart, the ones her mother had, for 6 months, walked every day in the little time she was allowed out of her cell. Eve had no knowledge of this, nor did she know anything of her past before the day she became the liaison to the Senior Partners. They must have erased her memory. She knew nothing about her father, or her mother, she didn't even know if she'd ever had one, but sometimes when she past a certain room in the building, she got a certain feeling. It was always near that certain room. It felt like a spirit. Maybe someone whom she knew in her youth had died there, Eve sometimes thought. Someone close to her. Someone who loved her.
The End
Author's Note: That was it! Thank you all my wonderful reviewers, don't forget to review this chapter too, pleaase. Thanks already! I hope you liked, and I hope the end made sense.