I burst into the room, ready to move, but I stopped dead at the sight of something on the bed.
Faith’s handwriting: To My Astor.
My breath hitched. My hands started shaking again, worse than before.
I didn't need to open it to know what it was. This letter could only mean one thing. It was a final goodbye.
A deep sense of intense, heavy pain settled over me. It felt like my soul was being ripped in two. Slowly, I reached out and picked up the letter. The paper was cool beneath my fingertips and unfolded the page inside.
I started to read, and with every sentence, the world around me began to crumble.
My dearest Astor,
I know you are hurt. I know you will be angry, maybe even furious, and you have every right to be. But please, try to understand.
I love you. I need you to know tha
