I gazed down at my confession, the crisp charcoal ink that etched across the raggedy pages. Selfishness punched me in the stomach as I let out every deep secret that'd been haunting me for years and would surely do the same for the rest of eternity…unless…
I couldn't crush her like this. Every time I blinked her deep coffee eyes observed me yearningly from the back of my head, needing me when it was the other way around entirely. I need her to be happy and I knew that I couldn't let this letter get to her.
The agony that she would experience after she reads it, even if I die before it gets to her, would be too much to bear. Each tear that fell down her beautiful face would be my fault, I couldn’t die know that. But if I wanted her to be happy, to live life to the full then this was the way it would have to be.
My heart began pounding as sparks of every second we'd spent together entwined into my mind, all the way to her shrieking expression in the rose garden just days before. In that second I'd just come to the heart-breaking fact that I won't see Sephy ever again…and that pain was worst that any I'd ever felt.
I know that I should feel awful that the very last face I want to see on this Earth is not my mother's but, Persephone Hadley's. I love my mum, she is the reason I have the nerve right now to acknowledge that it's too late and face it. But, I don’t want to leave Sephy. I need her… and she will need me to support her and her daughter.
I take another glimpse at my letter, a wave of foreboding filling me. My terror was that I'll lose her and her heart will develop as chilled as mine. The happiest moment of my life, when I'd finally reached sanctuary in a war hungry world, but that choice even if I sit here on death row was no mistake at all. It seemed that it was the very point of my existence. To find total happiness… and I found that with Sephy.
The fact that years from now my child will be born in this Earth takes my breath away. Their...