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a letter, torn
13/01/2024 23:17[The letter is meticulously folded, with exceedingly neat creases down the center lines hiding even neater handwriting underneath. Traces of the wax seal can still be seen on the paper, which is crisp and sturdy, juxtaposed to the tiny scrawl inside. It has been torn in half, shredded by powerful claws in a moment of grief, leaving the top half of the letter a mystery. The bottom half reads:]
it all, I know my reasoning will not seem very reasonable. These places...the things they have brought upon us, the things we have been made to see and live and do, have opened my eyes to the folly of my being. I am not, and have never been, of strong enough constitution to persevere in the face of such odds.
You deserve a man not just of great constitution, but great courage—and through these trials I have discovered I am neither. Perhaps one day, I shall be. Until such a time, I implore you to live true, to pursue what you love and the person you were always destined to be.
I do not ask for your understanding as much as I plead for your acceptance, perhaps one day even a sliver of forgiveness for my cowardly actions. Know that, despite it all, you are—and have always been—profoundly loved.
In love, grief, and heartfelt regret,
K.P. Hob
K.P. Hob
