- England, 1879 -
Dear Eleanor,
If you're reading this I have perished. My demons finally caught up to me and my conundrum has finally ended. I'm sorry I have left you I just hope you could forgive me. Forgive me of the mistakes that I made in my past that led to this.
You coming into my life is the best thing that could have happened to me, you showed me the good part of life, you led me from the darkness, and you taught me how to love.
The only problem was that darkness could not let go. It would not.
The one thing I regret is not telling you how much you mean to me, Eleanor. I love you. With all my heart. The feeling may be unrequited but in my death I yearn for you to know.
I wish that we could have lived out our lives together but fate has a way of not giving us what we want. If I could change my past I would in a heartbeat. If I could have chosen a life where I was a man worthy of you I would without a second thought.
A life without you in it is no life at all.
Sincerely, your William
Eleanor presses a gloved hand to her mouth trying to suppress a sob. She drops the letter to the ground then soon follows it. The skirt of her dress pools around her on the dark mahogany flooring.
Tears run down her porcelain cheeks and her eyes grow puffy. She mourns the man who has now left her life; the man she loved. She never got to tell him, he never knew and he loved her.
The tears come fast as Eleanor's heart breaks right there in that room with the mahogany flooring, the room they frequently spent time together in, the room the letter was carefully hidden in. Her William, he was gone. Lost to the abyss and she couldn't feel any more empty then she did in that moment.
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Till Death Do Us Part
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