45 - MAN, My characters are just ALL MISSING ALL OF NAOMI'S TODAY.
Dear Lucy,
Although I don't suppose it would give you a great amount of pleasure to ever know this, if there is one thing that I regret about the time I spent with you, it is that I never forced you to forget whatever he showed you. I could have done it. There was a time I could have done it without breaking a sweat. That first night, when you danced with me, I could have jerked you forward, and whispered emptiness into your mind, wiped blank your slate. I don't suppose you would have much cared for it, but at least you would have had a chance to become something made of yourself and not of him.
Or something made of me, I suppose.
Of course, it's not really about you, is it? I try not to think about you obsessively, because I was not besotted with you, and it would be inane of me to project that onto you now that you're gone. Still, sometimes I do, think of you, and I find myself thinking of someone else. Dierdre, sometimes, or more often, Andrew. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and neither of you quite living in the same reality as the rest of us. I suppose I have something of a type.
Don't misunderstand me, my dear, It's not that I blame myself for letting your madness persist, It was none of my business what went between you and your psyche, but... still. I would have liked to see what you could have been, when he was stripped away from you. Without his fingertips in your brain.
I guess that I miss you, and I guess you'd forgive him, but I'm sorry we stood in your way.
Maybe next time the people will kneel, instead.
My truest, and fondest regards,
Ethan Rayne.
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