Rowan
For a moment, I couldn't bring myself to open it. As long as the letter remained unread, I could pretend and tell myself there had been some misunderstanding. There had to have been some explanation that would make this all make sense.
I unfolded the parchment and began to read.
Rowan,
I am so sorry.
By the time you read this, I will already be gone. Please know that this was not an easy decision, and please know that none of this is your fault. It is all mine.
I care about you very much, but I feel so restless a lot of the time, and I do not want to keep hurting you with my indecision.
It might not make a lot of sense, but there is something I need to do, and I do not want to keep putting off the pull for so long. I want to stop avoiding everything that is happening. I find it so funny how I never thought of this until now, but it is possible the pull might lead me to something that can help turn this whole situation around.
