Nix.
Letter #4
Wild girl,
I want to tell you more pretty words about how much I love you, but I can’t. The reality is, the way I love you is ugly. It suffocates me when I try to breathe, it submerges and drowns me when I try to think. It plagues me incessantly.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ll be looking at Sirius tonight and thinking of you.
Yours,
Nix.
When I’m done reading the letters that night, I stand at my window and look up at the sky for hours. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to look at it again without thinking of him
Letter #5
Wild girl,
Now that you know how much I love you, I need to tell you how sorry I am. Truly, categorically, from the bottom of my heart, I am so sorry.
I let myself be blinded by my rage, my grief, and my jealousy, and missed what I now realize was obvious all along.
I’m sorry,
Nix.
Letter #6
Wild girl,
I know what I did doesn’t make sense to you. All I can say is I thought he loved you and if he loved you anywhere near how much I love you, then that love wasn’t going to end with his death.
He’d have waited for you in the next lifetime, and the next, and the next.
Like I will.
I’m sorry,
Nix.
Letter #7
Wild girl,
I couldn’t love you because you weren’t mine.
But at some point, I stopped giving a shit. I realized I couldn’t live without you anymore and I made you mine. I was, and am, ready to fight for you in every lifetime if that’s what it takes.
I’m sorry,
Nix.
After that, I started waiting for Steph’s knock at the door so I could read the letters the second they were delivered.
Letter #8