To my beloved,
Justin, I… I can not believe… I don’t believe you’re gone. Mama’s old tales have to be right... the bright lights in the sky, the sifting grasses, the fall of mist and blazing stars. Oh, how we loved those stories, do you remember? Sitting up late nights and looking up, imagining floating lands and those sifting grasses. You must remember those stories.
Oh, Justin… I just… I miss you so much. You didn’t deserve to die. You shouldn’t have died. It’s unfair. So unfair. That man… Daniel, he deserves your fate. He deserves it. Justin… it’s just so unfair. I can’t believe you’re gone. I...I have to believe Elysium is real.
Just… I will see you again. I have to convince myself that. I am not writing to a ghost, but Justin. I sit up thinking of the skies, and the lights, and the bandit, and you, and the well. It’s all a blur. I’d like to say I immediately believed you were still here, watching from above. I didn’t. I think of those skies, and then think of the well. Remember that too? Playing as children by that well. Tumbling over that hill, the well looking down at us. Where we shared our first kiss. Among those daises. Oh what a day, I fluttered home in a daze afterward. But I remember that well. Sitting atop the hill, forbidding and dark. Staring down upon us, like a dark idol from a time before time. I get scared. How can something so pure, like Elysium, exist when there’s things like the well, and Daniel. How can mama be right? I just have to believe that the evil balances with the good. It’s hard though. It’s hard.
But I’ll try. And I have to hope this letter will reach you. Oh God I hope. It’s hard to believe Justin, try to forgive me. There’s been so much darkness in my life, but also the light. The light is you. I love you Justin. I love you.
Forever,
Justin, I… I can not believe… I don’t believe you’re gone. Mama’s old tales have to be right... the bright lights in the sky, the sifting grasses, the fall of mist and blazing stars. Oh, how we loved those stories, do you remember? Sitting up late nights and looking up, imagining floating lands and those sifting grasses. You must remember those stories.
Oh, Justin… I just… I miss you so much. You didn’t deserve to die. You shouldn’t have died. It’s unfair. So unfair. That man… Daniel, he deserves your fate. He deserves it. Justin… it’s just so unfair. I can’t believe you’re gone. I...I have to believe Elysium is real.
Just… I will see you again. I have to convince myself that. I am not writing to a ghost, but Justin. I sit up thinking of the skies, and the lights, and the bandit, and you, and the well. It’s all a blur. I’d like to say I immediately believed you were still here, watching from above. I didn’t. I think of those skies, and then think of the well. Remember that too? Playing as children by that well. Tumbling over that hill, the well looking down at us. Where we shared our first kiss. Among those daises. Oh what a day, I fluttered home in a daze afterward. But I remember that well. Sitting atop the hill, forbidding and dark. Staring down upon us, like a dark idol from a time before time. I get scared. How can something so pure, like Elysium, exist when there’s things like the well, and Daniel. How can mama be right? I just have to believe that the evil balances with the good. It’s hard though. It’s hard.
But I’ll try. And I have to hope this letter will reach you. Oh God I hope. It’s hard to believe Justin, try to forgive me. There’s been so much darkness in my life, but also the light. The light is you. I love you Justin. I love you.
Forever,
Casandra
I thought we were all dead and in an alternate universe between Elysium and the living world!