Messages of unrequited love written in adolescent days, nestled beneath a freshly-inked farewell. Grievances never expressed nor shared— for her sake.

Quote:I knew this day would come. A day where I wouldn't be there. A day when Alexei would dispose of you. I wished upon my luckiest stars, hoped at every corner

At your wedding, I felt happiness. They held such importance to the Docros. You commited yourself to him, and he in return. You were meant to be loved, unconditionally, 'til death did you part. There were seven children that needed a mother.

Yet, his myopic lust held greater value. You were kicked to the curb, beaten blue and swept under the rug. All in a single day. Like some kind of accessory meant to be toyed with.

I'd say to rest well, but I know better. You always spoke in your sleep, rolled around and even kicked. You shone with every step; brighter than any star. You exerted confidence, seemed lively in every waking moment. I remember standing at the mirror, alone, practicing to be more like you.

The spirits'll treat you well. They'll all be excited to see you. I just wish I could. One final time.

Burn bright, Natasha