Dear My Sweet Jules,
I don’t know if you will ever be able to read this letter. But I need to write it, regardless.
I saw you last night, here, in my house. It could have been my imagination, and maybe I was dreaming… but I don’t think so. You were here, I know it.
How it was possible, I have no idea. I watched you die with my own eyes. Murdered mercilessly, while I was helpless to stop it. I held your limp body in my arms.
I broke that day.
You are why I am even alive. Before you found me, I was lost. I was a ruthless killer with no reason to behave otherwise. But you gave me that reason—a light to a man with a pitch black heart. You saved me.
So how am I supposed to move on, if you are not alive? I would have run away with you. Would have left behind this life of misery and death, and given you everything you could ever need. I would have stood by you, comforted you, protected you.
Protect? I guess I failed you there. And for that, my love, I am so terribly sorry.
Like I said, if indeed you are gone, how could I live with myself if I did not make sure your murderer was brought to justice. All my leads have run dry. The man I thought had the answers…I don’t know if he’s telling the truth. The man I thought was responsible for your death…he seems to be innocent. I don’t know who to trust anymore. I am running out of options, and I don’t know what to do next.
But… and this is the key…
What if you are alive? What if I only thought you were dead, or your death was faked? That would be an incredible light in my, once again, dark world.
I will never stop hoping. Never stop looking.
I love you… Even death cannot change that.
So come back to me.
Carlo laid his fountain pen on his mahogany desk, folded the letter, and wrote Jules’ name on the front. Propping the letter on his night stand, he turned off the lights and laid down in his half-empty bed.
Carlo slept soundly, and woke the next morning with a peace he had not felt since Jules was still with him.
On his night stand, the letter sat open with his fountain pen laying next to it.
At the bottom of the page, the words “I love you too,” were written in Jules’ perfect handwriting.
This is my entry into the Friday Night Write weekly challenge at Sweet Banana Ink.
- 1 Song (this week’s song is Captain of a Shipwreck by Neil Diamond)
- 60 Hours (Friday @ noon to Sunday @ midnight EST)
- 500 Words
This is part of a series I’m writing. You can read the rest of Carlo’s Story here.