“My Dearest beloved.
I have written this for you so that you would understand…”
“So, hows it going? Long time no see!”
“So,hey, do you remember that one time that we”
These were just a few of the one thousand words that Raziel had written. A pile of crinkled notes that would never be sent out cluttered around his bed. The bed that he had once shared with so many… the bed that he now only wished to share with one. “Bah!” He scoffed in frustration. He was a warrior! Not a poet! His words were spoken out with action’s of violence and war! He lacked the basic ability to write out his thoughts… to express his feelings… Something that they both shared…
Closing his eyes again, he once more set quill to paper.
“My dearest Auriella.
The nights are long without you and i feel my heart ache with every passing sun. The stars have lost their shine and i find that the constellation’s have grown darker still. Though i know that, in the end, this chapter in our lives is over know that the time spent with you will always be something that i will treasure. Even in my death. You have taught me things about myself that i did not know and reminded me of others. You reminded me of what it was to be happy. Of the joy’s in life. For this i will always be thankful to you and though this chapter may have ended i find hope in the thought that our story has not. I feel in my heart that it shall continue in this life or the next.
With all my love:
The Broken God