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Hope this will be enough to tide over anyone following this for the next seven days as during that time I will be computerless. Am planning more chapters though, Chapter 4 provisionally called Fractured Lullaby and in Edward's pov. Stick with me, please read and review this, and I will hopefully be back soon...!
To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern,
It's been only a month and yet I can't believe you are gone … But then again you are Robin of Locksley and where glory goes you follow, everyone else falling by the wayside. Too harsh, my love? Well to be perfectly honest I don't care.
What did you think would happen if you had told me? Would the world have shattered into a million pieces? Would it have shattered the way my heart has now? I think not. Nothing on this earth can hurt as much as knowing that the man you loved with all your heart just woke up one day and simply vanished into thin air, leaving you with all too fleeting memories and an empty space in your heart where he used to be…
You asked me to spend the rest of my life with you, but isn't it ironic somehow that we will end up spending our lives apart….
We were always a dysfunctional couple at best, and at worst incompatible and I suppose that this is simply fate's way of letting us know that we were never meant to be. I can't be who you want me to and the sooner we accept that we will both be happy. I am not dutiful or malleable or anything else that would make you a good wife.
Know that I want you to be happy…
Maybe it doesn't seem like that right now because I know that this will tear you apart. Don't think I don't know that this will break your heart as much as mine … Even as I write this letter it feels as though I am signing half my soul away, consigning myself to half a life…half the joy and half the happiness, yet somehow double the sorrow.
I write to you in such impersonal terms because from now on impersonal is all we can be… all I want us to be. Perhaps we are just two similar people who simply want so very different things.
Yours no more,
Lady Marion Fitzwalter of Knighton
He reads the letter with a strange sense of foreboding, as if their souls are so intertwined that he sees the end before she spell it out.
He can't see his future at all without her in it so he stops looking ahead…
Instead he looks over his shoulder hoping to catch a glimpse of what he left behind.