I don't love the monster. I don't think anyone should have to bear the burden of what I become. Sure, I've learned to control it, but I doubt I'll ever be rid of it.
[She's right. Neither of them are destined to be a part of the other's happiness. If he's destined for happiness at all. But in this moment, folded up in the lonely dark and holding too many jagged clashing emotions, all he can think to write is:]
Come see me.
[And he fires it off before he can think better of it. Then a hasty amendment:]
Tomorrow.
[After all, the hour is waning to nearly three o'clock by now.]
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You chose to anyway. To bear it, to love me.
Why didn't you let me do the same for you?
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Go be happy, Nikolai.
I don't have to be a part of it.
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Come see me.
[And he fires it off before he can think better of it. Then a hasty amendment:]
Tomorrow.
[After all, the hour is waning to nearly three o'clock by now.]
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ok.
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Good night, Alina.