Miarch 19, 1328

Dear Aletta, 

It's Jack. But you probably knew that already. You always seem to know when it's me somehow. You did study at The Academy after all which is famously, or I should probably say infamously, known for it's ruthless graduates. And you were always some kind of ruthless. That's what I loved about you. I shouldn't have though. I should have run away as soon as I caught a glimpse of those cold, lifeless brown eyes. 

I hope you're doing alright. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. and I thought you could be that with me. I didn't realise that it wasn't possible I guess. I wish I could get you out of my head. It's like ever since that first job in Percei I've tried and I just can't get you out. It's dumb, I know. You never understood that I guess. You've always been too damn cold. Maybe The Academy trained it out of you, or maybe you were just born heartless. Maybe that's why this all needed to stop. Maybe it was me. Or maybe you're running from something. Or maybe you really are everything everyone always said you were, maybe I was wrong about you. 

I know you said you needed some space, so I'll probably keep this letter with all the others, but I just wanted to put more stuff on paper I guess. Maybe so when I look back- if I look back- I can realise how stupid I was. Aletta Mune is nothing special. That's a lie. I know we said we wouldn't lie but I guess you broke that first. Everyone's special somehow all you have to do is look. Or however the saying goes. I'm sure you know what I mean. I wouldn't have been in love with you if you weren't clever enough to figure things out. 

Gods, I crisfing hope you're happy. That'd make one of us at least. 

You know what? I'm sending you this letter. Damn you. You don't deserve my consideration. You were a terrible person. I loved you for it, unfortunately.

All my love, Sincerely,

Jack Phillips