So this is what goodbye feels like

Whilst in the infirmary I took two pieces of paper from Senna's notepad. Only two. I wrote hurriedly but had much to say. I hope that the words have some meaning to the recipients. I handed the notes quietly to Afton, a beloved brother who read the pain in my eyes. I held him dear. I hope that these notes find their owners, as I know it will not be long until Senna and I face our fate....

Dearest Helene,

If you read this then I am gone Sister, either to my grave or away somewhere beyond reach. Please do not feel at fault for any of this business. What the heart wants the heart wants. None of us can help but follow, no matter who it is we fall in love with.

Remember me fondly Sister.For all the times that we have spent happy in each others company. All the times we have giggled together like children. All the times you would have made me blush if I were still mortal. All those times were we have sobbed on one anothers shoulders and been there for one another as true sisters should be. Remember me and smile, don't think of what I became. Remember the one I was before the start of this affair, the laughing joking innocent. If I had a rewind button somewhere, anywhere I would use it gladly.

If I am allowed to exist, by any chance of fate, be happy in the knowledge that I will live for the both of us. Please if we ever meet again, befriend me, but do not speak of Italy. I hope now that I am gone therein lies true happiness for you. There is nothing I wish more my loving big Sister.

I'll Miss you,

B

x

Marcus, My Heart,

I never coveted the small place I held within you. And now, if your reading this I am either ashes or far from you.

Know this-every fibre of my being anted to be yours. I gave myself to you willingly. Fate found me torn between a man who loved me and a man who I longed for but couldn't love me back. It broke my soul in two. My only choices were to face death bravely or disappear. I chose to face the music.

I admire the strength in you Marcus, to keep going, to continue as you do with the weight of a broken heart, and all the laws of our world, dragging you down. A part of me will always be yours.

Remember me as the sweet innocent I was. Not as the broken woman I became.

Your Little guard,

Bethan

x