2001, March 26th
Dear Lily,
This is the last letter I will ever write you.
But it is the first you will never read.
I let my anger get the best of me, and it led me down a very dark path. There is no justification for what I did. There are no words to express how deeply sorry I am for what I have done. But what might even be worse than it all, is that there is no one left to hear my apology.
That is of just how little consequence these words are.
But goddess I must speak them. In the exact same way I must pray to the goddess for forgiveness for what I have done. There will be no justice for me, because… I am justice.
The knowledge of that leaves no respite though. No peace. No joy. No form of victory nor elation. Just… grief.
I want to hold you in my arms again, whisper swe
