A letter found folded beneath a pillow in an abandoned apartment in Ul'dah:
You,
These words will matter to no one but me and even then I have my doubts. My thoughts, love, have become clouded by so many things and there, too, have I find my hand stayed: with doubts that have kept their distance all these years now come rushing to my feet that they might make me stumble. I could not have been wrong. No, and if these rumors are true, I was not.
But I was wrong to abandon you. I wonder with every breath if I will get to tell you that in person. If I am afraid to find out I will not.
I miss you so dearly. I love you so much.
I will not find your forgiveness but I will find you if it is the last thing I do upon this world.
D.
You,
These words will matter to no one but me and even then I have my doubts. My thoughts, love, have become clouded by so many things and there, too, have I find my hand stayed: with doubts that have kept their distance all these years now come rushing to my feet that they might make me stumble. I could not have been wrong. No, and if these rumors are true, I was not.
But I was wrong to abandon you. I wonder with every breath if I will get to tell you that in person. If I am afraid to find out I will not.
I miss you so dearly. I love you so much.
I will not find your forgiveness but I will find you if it is the last thing I do upon this world.
D.