2 February 1895

Emrys,

But you do not believe me. At least, in this, I predicted your decision. I accept my punishment, but that hasn't changed my desires.

If you won't see me, write to me. There was a time when we loved through letters. Should it be so impossible to form some common ground now?

Tell me something true, no matter how simple. Do you know I competed again recently? Potion competition this time. It is bittersweet, because it reminds me of the night we met. I was victorious then, as well. Funny, how fortunes change.

Angel

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