Then she came to the last letter. The script was elegant and neat; she recognized it as his current handwriting:
Everyone says that childhood sweethearts are the best way to start a love story.
I always thought that if I just stuck around long enough, I could go from being a friend to becoming that special someone.
I assumed so much.
But love is too fickle. It doesn't care about first-come, first-served. It doesn't care how long someone has been by your side, or who puts in more effort.
Annelise, I'm leaving.
Maybe to Switzia, maybe to Nordheim, or perhaps Norvheim. I haven't decided yet. In any case, I have to get away from here.
Is this all very sudden for you?
Even as I write this letter, I'm still thinking about how to say goodbye to you.
Will you cry for me when we say goodbye?
But then again, I'm afraid of you crying. I'm afraid that if I see you, I won't be able to bring myself to leave.
