I don't know how to start this, so I'll skip the sweetness and delve into my mind. You let the evil consume you. Its your fault, everything that happened. I don't care about your past or that you claim you had no choice. You should have fought it. You should have at least tried. You had to drag the rest of us down with you. You made my kill my dearest friend. You made me kill Jeff without remorse, you gave me no option to force the evil, the urge back, but you forced it upon me. You once wrote me a letter to say you were leaving and now I'm doing the same. I love you Edge, you know that, but you know why it can't work. I may be back one day, maybe not, but don't wait around for me. Tell Christian the same. I know how sentimental he is. I want you both to find happiness with someone else, someone who lives a less complicated life someone who knows what they want. I know you both can. But don't ever forget our happiness, even if it was short.

I will always and forever remain yours,

Gabrielle.

Gabrielle,

Matt said he saw you. He came back to tell me. Please some home, love and I swear, I'll never make you choose again. I need you here. The house is empty. Come back.

Christian.

20 years. Its been 20 years since I abandoned the perfect city of New Orleans. And its been 20 years since I've seen Edge or Christian. I couldn't go back after what I said, what I wrote, and what happened. In one moment of clear thought, I know it would never work out. God, I didn’t even go back when they scattered Jeff's ashes into the wind. I saw Matt a year after. He and Melissa did it with Kale, Christian and Edge. I think I would have liked to see it, to be in the crispness of the early April air as Jeff found his way home. Matt's happy with Melissa, and he wanted me to stay for a while, but I couldn’t. I didn't want to impose. It was shortly after that when I left for Europe. I've been travelling around it ever since. To Italy, Greece, England at last. I ran into Kale in a pub in Wales last week. He was just there, and I saw him, and he saw me, and we bonded again. He's stopped drinking. What fate that I find him in a pub? He stayed in New Orleans with Edge and Christian in the mansion for a few years before he couldn’t stand it anymore. He said neither of them were over me, over anything that happened, and that as long as they had immortality, they knew I would be back. At first, I laughed. Then a few hours later, I bought a plane ticket straight from Cardiff to New Orleans. And now the plane is landing, and I've never been so scared in all my life. To quote myself from long ago, wish me luck?

Gabrielle.