oom: room 25
Kate, I don't know how
Burnt.
Katherine, I don't know how
Burnt.
Miss Barlow, I
Crumpled up into a ball and burnt.
Katherine, I don't know how to tell you that I'm sorry.
Stared at, then burnt.
Katherine, I want to apologize for bein' such a fool when
Crumpled up and thrown across the room.
Katherine, I didn't
Burnt.
Kate, I'm sorry.
Burnt.
Katherine, I know nothin' I can write would even come close to
Burnt.
Katherine, I'm sorry for bein' nothin' but a liar and a cheat, you deserved better from me. I meant what I promised, that I love
Stared at.
that I love you and I wanted to get back here to you. I'm sorry for
Stared at.
for everything.
Stared at.
Burnt.
Kate, I love you.
Burnt.
I'm sorry for being a liar. I'm sorry for being a cheat. I'm sorry for not telling you about Yen. I'm sorry for breaking your heart. I'm sorry for fucking it all up. I'm a fucking idiot. I should have said something. I never knew how. All I had to do was tell you. I fell in love with you. I am in love with you. I should have trusted you. You would have have understood. I should have just told you the truth. The truth is that
Stared at. Set aside.
(Eventually burnt.)
Katherine,
I'm sorry for the mess I've made between us. You deserved the truth from me from the get-go and I was wrong to keep it from you. You see, when I first met you...I had no plans to fall in love with another woman besides my wife. I wanted us to be friends. But as time...as time went on, I began to realize some things that I didn't before. Deep down in my heart...I knew I couldn't make it back to New York City, to Yen and to my son. I knew there was no way I could go back to that life. It took awhile to accept that, and I had already begun before I met you. This wasn't your fault.
I'm not sorry for falling in love with you. I meant what I said that night, the last night we spoke. I had made my mind up. I know...I know I didn't go about this the right way and I apologize for it. But I can't go back to New York City. I understand that you're upset...you've got every right to be upset. I've been thinking, a lot, since you left the bar the other night, about what I should say. What I should tell you. What I could even begin to say to make up for what I've done. I decided on the truth.
The truth is, I want to fix this. The truth is I love you. I know that I'm asking a lot. I know it's a lot but that's the truth. I want to fix this - fix us - as best I can. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix us the best that I can. I love you. You deserve better than what I've given you and I'm willing to do everything, anything I can to prove that to you. I'm just asking for another chance.
I hope this letter finds you well when you return to Milliways. If you are willing to talk - and I can understand if you're not, and I'll accept that, not going to lie and say I won't not try again, suppose I'm stubborn like that - please find me. I owe you the truth, and so much more.
Again, I'm sorry. For everything.
- Josiah
Stared at.
Taken downstairs and left at the bar.
(He takes a long walk around the lake that night, to clear his head, and his heart.)