The novelist had been working on the letter to his brother for the past few days. Writing many out only to throw them away. Finally, he knew he simply had to just do it. Whatever he wrote, it could never make up for the things that had happened, the things he couldn’t stop in order to protect his younger brother. He knew he couldn’t fix anything.
Once he accepted that, the next letter he wrote he sealed up and took with him as he went to the Viari estate to visit Feyanni, finding her and handing over the letter nervously. “It will have to do.” Leaning over, he gently kisses her cheek, his hand resting at her waist. “Thank you for being patient with me. I know I have been distracted the past few days. Whatever his response is, I will have to accept it.”
My dear brother,
I wish I had the words to express how I feel in knowing you have been out there all this time, only to find that you are now right under my nose. However… they elude me.
That day that you were taken away still haunts me. They were so cold. You looked so frightened. I only stood there and cried, wishing I could stop it. And even now I question why I didn’t at least try. I hate myself for that. I failed you. I can understand if you hate me for it too.
If you could find it in your heart to at least see me again, talk with me… I would love for us to be in each other’s lives in some way again. Tell me where you would like to meet and I will be there
-Alaris