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Dear Diary,

I've been advised it's therapeutic to express ones thoughts onto paper in times of stress, for a long length of time I didn't understand it until now.

I simply need a way to let this out, as it's growing quite painful and heavy to carry on my mind. 

Today, the father of my only child; Elias Soleis. Has been executed. His last words hushed through the crowds, they eventually find me.

Where to even start...

The divorce that had been approved between the Church and Elias, without my say in the matter, only four years into our marriage. With a daughter involved no less. 

The two innocent aspiring teenagers that confessed their feelings to one another on that fateful day by the coast.

The day he missed his daughters birth. He missed the first talk, the first walk, the first displays of magical potential she has. 

Or the woman's name you had uttered before your last breath?

I know it shouldn't matter, only I know what had really happened from my perspective of those years you were imprisoned.

I'll tell you. I waited for you. Raising our child with every sweat and tears staying up late at night with little to no sleep. 

Praying that you would be safe to return to us, your family. Your wife. Your child. 

Never to hear a word from you when you returned, no letters

But no, you say to others I never sought you out. That I abandoned you, that I didn't care. 

If you had the chance to talk to me to explain, what would you say? Would you even want to see me or your daughter? 

Well, your actions did speak for itself when you never did contact me to see or even hear how your daughter was doing. 

Who are we to you if not your family? 

You've broken two oaths, no, three. 

To Osrona, to your wife, and to your daughter. 

As pained as I was to not have witnessed your execution myself, I was relieved that I didn't.

I'd want the last time I saw you to be the last image I forever keep, that was my Elias I fell in love with.

He was loyal to his people and friends, to his wife and child. He was still in love with me. 

I would've been too confused and heartbroken to see you, finally, at last. 

Just to see you were alive. Just curious if you were well. 

I still cared...

This is my truth...

I know I am not at peace, I pray that I find it

I march on, in my own way, to ensure our daughter grows up strong and smart

She is my strength, as you once were... once upon a time. 

I still carry a collection of distrust and some form of abandonment. 

I still carry the letters we exchanged during our youth.

I still carry the love... That you may have possibly felt wasn't enough.

I'm so sorry, my once friend and husband

May the gods have mercy and purify your soul of it's sins so you may possibly, finally, be at peace.

Yours Truly,