Lathe's Letters: Annie (Patreon)

My star,

I am so sorry.

Diarmad surely told you everything. It’s true. I died at the hands of that Devil. But I was still nearby.

Was, Annie. By the time you are reading this, I am truly gone. One with the Constellations, Celestian’s dark canvas beneath my feet. And I am so sorry.

I know you. I know your mind. I know you have spent years thinking of how you could ever repay an imagined debt. Just live. That’s all I wanted for you, my bright star. Live, and live well. Live amongst your friends. Find a meaning in the movement of the universe, and turn your back on it to create your own.

You could tear this world apart, rip the planes at the seams, and live to tell the tale. You could break every natural law for me. For us. Annie. Little bird. Bright star. Let me go. Look up at the night sky and feel me at your side, and then leave me there come morning. We will see each other again. I will wait for you. Please take your time.

You are the most brilliant woman alive, and it was an honor to be by your side. I could never have dreamed up the things you did, as easy as breathing. You aren’t done yet, Annie.

Someday, if you deign to meet me where it is I am going, I will gladly beg for your forgiveness. I had to imagine you were happy, my dear. I had to imagine you already beyond me. I could not be the reason you stayed stuck in one spot, as though still in Dis, the Devil Lord looming over you. You deserve so much better.

You are going to live an incredible life, Annie Wintersummer. I know you aren’t much for telling stories, but I hope you’ll practice a few for me.

I love you.

Good night.