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Dear John,
It is not long since you've passed, leaving this world with only the love of your most cherished family behind.
I write this to you as the salve for my heart. My deepest thoughts on paper…
The love I have for you has been almost consumed by the guilt I feel everyday you are gone. A guilt that has rattled my bones and quickened my heart until my lungs are heaving with each passing moment. A guilt that has imbedded my every being since…
…since I met Francesca.
Your dearest wife, Francesca, whom mourns for you everyday the same as I. The one whom I fell in love with the very first moment I met her.
I am so sorry, John.
I am cruel, and sinful, and…
Wicked.
I pray you do not hate me from the afterlife. I do not think I could live knowing you do. Although I already find it hard to live in a world without you…
Perhaps you should want me dead after reading this.
No…
No, you won't ever read this. No one shall. For I shall burn this tear stricken parchment as soon as the ink should dry. No one will know of my wicked desires and guilt. As I burn this, I pray my forbidden feelings burn along with it.
Except…you are smarter than any give you credit for. And you know me greater than you may realize.
To my dearest cousin
To my only brother
My other half…
Your dearest
Most wicked
Michaela.