Page 61 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Violette–
I know life, at times, has been cruel. I have watched every moment of it. Your victories, no matter how small. Your losses, and every tear shed. You, and your power, are far greater than you know.
I once asked you if you would change any of it, and after fleeting deliberation, you told me no.
You told me it was worth it and that you’d choose this path every time.
Still, it doesn’t make your journey any easier to endure, so I felt compelled to reassure you.
Life will get easier.
You will find your way.
You will find the love you long for—or rather, it will find you.
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Tears splatter against the paper,smudging the ink, as I stare down at the letter.
Read it over and over.
As if it might reveal some hint of who wrote it and why.
It doesn’t.
And whatever gratitude I might have fleetingly felt bleeds away to anger.
Told you no.
Wouldn’t change any of it.
Chose this path.
Life will get easier.
Fuck all the way off.
My hands tremble as I finally crush the note in my fist. If there weren’t so many passersby, I’d throw this ridiculous note on the ground to stomp and spit on it.
I wouldneverchoose this torture.
My mind reels with who the fuck could have possibly sent something so fucking obtuse.
Could it be Azrael?
The urge to summon his pin to hand so I can confront him rises, but I squash it down.
There’s no one else it could have been... Perhaps his pin has some kind of tracking on it, like Lucen’s engagement ring. It seems the only logical answer.
Even so, the thought of disposing of it creates a vehement response. As if some part of me can’t bear the idea of parting with the singular thread connecting me to him—a deeply unsettling realization, but I’m much too distressed to linger on it.
Uncurling my fist, I carefully un-crumple the note to stare at it once more before neatly folding it and tucking it away in my brassiere.
Perhaps I can find a witch or sorceress to help me discern the sender.
At least that’s what I tell myself is the sole reason as to why I keep it.
Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, my eyes return to my surroundings, and my mind to the seemingly insurmountable task at hand.
