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A Missive to the Unknown
Epistolary Fiction
Hello, how are you? Is the weather treating you right today? Have you seen the signs and gone on your way? Are you doing well for once in your sorry life?
I’m sorry I’m being harsh, but it took you too long to realize what the stakes were. I tried to warn you, I really did, but you wouldn’t listen. Every missive was a score in the dark, a scorch mark in the ledgers of history — but you had no idea. You had no goddamn idea.
I’m sorry I had to use you like this. I’m sorry I’ll never be what you need me to be.
I could take every breath I have out of my lungs and never be able to repay you for what you’ve done for me. Your sacrifice saved me, made the madness bleed away, made the triumph of a thousand terrors go by the wayside.
I’m sorry it took me so long to realize what was at stake for you. I’m sorry every time I tried to pull you closer, you only grew more mad with the friction. I’m sorry I’m a sorry man in a threadbare coat while the end of the world fast approaches.
I’m sorry all of this doesn’t make sense to you. I’m sorry you’ve become a seer on the end of a string and all you know is this mad game of angels and demons — as much as I wished I could have spared you from that rod of pain. It’s a hallucination for a reason, I suppose, but I…
