Nov 27, 2013 22:13
Over the time Michelle's taken refuge at Caranthir's, she may have been impossible to find, but not contact. Letters, notes, stories, expressions of concern, haikus, quatrains, ballads, and sonnets, can all be sent to her.
Any missive will receive a prompt response. It's likely the one way her two tree house-mates can keep her busy.
carpe ho ras,
epistolary post
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When she does, it's far harsher than she wants it to be, and each word is carefully written, for fear of something else slipping out. As it is, she can't help but add the post script.
Jack,
I took nothing from you. All that you have lost you gave up in pursuit of something else. I will not ask if what you found made you happy. I know how you arrived.
I don't know why you give everything up. No one asked you to. I never asked you to, and now you've tried to give up your life. Of all things, Jack, I would neither want, nor ask that of you.
Do not use our father against me. I was cast from the fold after making the mistake of trusting our mother, a mother who always looked out for your best interests, rather than protecting her grandchild. Family is as much a choice as blood and you made the choice to forgo family. Blaming me for that is like blaming the blood on the table for spilling, after you ordered the execution.
Stop pretending you cannot care. It's a shield you hide behind and because I don't know if you will come out of it repentant or angry. Until I know I can't trust you with my child. I have to make a choice, Jack, and the baby has to come first. I need my child as much as he or she needs me. Understand, Jack, there is nothing I would not do and right now, that means staying away from the mansion for now.
When I return, you will know. I promise.
Michelle
P.S. Mike is a good person, and a help beyond words during my pregnancy. Leave him alone.
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