Edmund’s Journal Entry after receiving her letter

(Late at night, sitting alone with her letter. He writes by candlelight.)

18 May
Home — at last

I am writing this by the glow of a single candle.
Her letter lies before me — opened, smoothed, read a hundred times already.

"Yes."
A thousand times, she said.
And still I cannot believe these words are meant for me.

She has loved me quietly. I ached, I waited — and yet so did she.

How foolish we both were, circling each other like stars too afraid to collide.
But now — no more.

Her words are warmth in my hands.
I trace each line as if by touch I might hear her voice again.

"Come to me soon," she writes.
I will go to her as soon as dawn breaks — sooner if time would allow.

I am hers.
And to know she is mine — even now the thought takes my breath away.

I will not waste another hour.
Not one.

I will go to her.
And this time, I will not turn away.

by Onnaya