The Letter

RETH 

When he was back under control, he took a deep breath to calm himself and traced over his own name, written in Elia's hand. When had she found time to write this?

Then he opened the folded paper with trembling fingers, swallowing further tears when he read the first words.

~ Reth ~

I can't believe I'm writing this. I know we're both pretending there's no need to talk about what happens if one of us dies. I know we don't want to invite that. Don't even want to think about it. But I'm laying here in the dark next to you and you're finally asleep and I can't imagine the world, any world, without you in it.

I am terrified.

But I always swore to myself if the day ever came when I was going to lose another person I loved, I would leave nothing unsaid. I wouldn't let myself walk into the next day with regret, like I did with my parents. So, here we go.