to celeste… regarding flynn…

Celeste,

I am going to disappoint you with this. I just know it.

As I sit here at my desk, writing out this letter, I do not know what the future will bring. I realize all of the ramifications of telling you what I am about to tell you, but we have come to the crossroads of inevitability and I have to make a decision now. I knew the day would come when the assassin forced my hand and the day has visited itself upon us with all the gloom of a dark harbinger.

Celeste… Celeste… I am going to disappoint you, I just know it.

My hands are shaky as I attempt to type this out to you, because I can see you already, standing there with this cold, impersonal piece of paper your only source of comfort, nothing to shield you against the words they contain. I know how much you love Flynn and how much you mean to him as well, but things have finally come to a head. His behavior the other day, out on the veranda, has proved to me I cannot trust him with the lives of those I hold dear.

You know what happened, because you were there, watching it in horror as the events transpired. After telling Flynn repeatedly to keep his hands off Victor, I brought Flynn to the surface, only for him to turn the tables on me and use this as an excuse for an attack. I can only thank the Fates he did not have a blade on hand and that Victor was able to subdue him. Still, I know his thoughts because I had to listen to them. He wanted Victor’s death. I cannot allow this to happen. I am only sorry because I know this will disappoint you, but do not apologize for protecting somebody I love.

So, this marks the end of the assassin. I am locking him away in the deepest box with the tightest locks and forgetting his name if I have to. He will not be allowed out to the surface. He will not be allowed to exist any longer. Please understand all this, Celeste. Losing Victor would have devastated me, especially if it was by my own hand. Let Flynn find his own body if he wants to come out. He is now restricted from using mine.

I wish I could let you say goodbye, but I am afraid I cannot even risk that much.

My apologies for doing this to you. I love you.
Peter

~ by peterdawes on July 11, 2009.