Pouring out my soul, for you.
[[Here is Sava rather hasty reply to Ireth's letter...]]
Anghel recognized the shimmer along the edges of his mind. It was a familiar sensation he knew all to well from childhood. He set down the bowl of cake batter and frowned. “Alright…only if it’s so important…” he muttered softly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
Within moments his body grew rigid, and cold, his soft white hair gaining a golden sheen to it as dead blue eyes opened to the world. Frosted lips mumbled a soft apology as the body that was once Anghel rushed into the bedroom and sat at the desk. Hastily he pulled out paper and pen, feeling as though his words might bumble and spill the ink if he didn’t get them down soon enough.
Dear Ireth,
How could you be so cruel as to ask if I remember you? How can I forget your blood red hair and your eyes which sear my frozen heart with a fire I’ve not seen in this world before? You are impossible. And stupid and selfish….but I love you and always will. You talk as if we are over…as if there is a line of lovers waiting to grab my heart once it’s free. That’s not how it is at all. In fact, I’m the loneliest I’ve ever been before. Don’t let Anghel stand in the way…he wanted us to be happy. You don’t scare him or cause him pain…he is numb to that…thanks in part to living his life with me. He wanted to be rid of me, for me to find someone else for my affections. And he was happy I’d found you.
I know it’s hard to be separated like this…and its unfair of me to cling to that hope you so want to snuff out. But please…I’m begging you…don’t give up…don’t push me aside…don’t leave me thinking this feeling of loss is mutual…because it is not.
These dead lips speak no lies when I say that I love you…and that I always will…You are all I have left…the children don’t need me now that they’re grown…and Anghel barely dusts my box anymore…
I want to see you again…soon…I will visit...hopefully it won’t be too late….don’t cry…don’t give in to this pain…I’ll wait centuries if I have to….I already have. This is just a letter…but I want to give you something to hold on to…something precious to me….my true name….
Loving you always and forever,
Teodosie Simu Razvan
Silently he folded the letter, scribbling the address on it quickly and leaving Anghel’s body all to suddenly. The poor boy gasped and coughed, the rush of blood flow made him feel dizzy. As his hand fisted he noted the letter inside of it. One glace at the outside said everything. “Oh Sava…” He sighed and stood, delivering the letter in person. He assumed that would be for the best.