I remember when I read this letter the first time, I smiled at the protective tone, Chrissy my protector.... How could I have known where this would end?
It's my fault, I should have realised you were in love with me, no longer a friend.
Integra,
you can't do this, your family can't ask this of you. They tell you it's your legacy, I say it's a curse... and curses are there to be broken.
Don't you remember that summer? You and me sitting in that old tree, looking at the stars. you were scared of monsters hiding in the dark, and I swore that I would protect you, kill all monsters. And now...?
Now you have a petmonster... tame him, clip his wings? You can't really believe that, he's nothing but a monster, not even a "he" but a "it". Kill it, my sweet Integra, before it kills you.
always yours,
Chris
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