|Goodbye My Cruel One
Author: KathrynValmont PM
This is Sebastian's goodbye letter to Kathryn. It will be featured in my upcoming story "An Assessment of Cruelty"Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Sebastian V. & Kathryn M. - Words: 657 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Published: 05-09-12 - id: 8102315
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Have I ever told you how beautiful you look as you sleep? This time is no different, despite the circumstances. All over your body lies bruises, bite marks, and scratches. You're hair is in disarray and your cheeks are stained with the perfect mixture of mascara and tears. Before you use this picture to paint yourself as the perfect victim, allow me to tell my side of the story.
As I lay next to you writing this letter I remember every single sin you've committed tonight and how desperately I wanted you to pay. Our eternal separation began when you mockingly called me a toy. I remember how good it felt to hit you. You admitted to betraying me. I could give you a play-by-play of the rest of the night, but I'm quite confident that you'll remember it for the rest of your life.
I believe the scratches that drew blood on my back will heal before the cut you made on my side with your favorite knife. I'm assured in a couple of days no one will see how you've bruised my eye in one of your theatrical displays of anger. But, nothing will heal my heart, nothing will fix my soul.
When it is just the two of us nothing and no one else matters. With one look, we knew we belonged together, that we were made for each other. I suppose I'll find out if I can live without you, or if death is my inevitable fate. As I watch you sleep, knowing that it will be the last time, I see the truth.
In some sick and twisted way we are bound to each other by our lies and manipulations. The devil himself couldn't have arranged it better. No one else has ever understood or encouraged my sadistic and possessive side in the way you do. I suppose there will never be another man who instantly becomes hard listening to you confirm that you are in fact the devil. We are two of a kind, as you like to say. People such as ourselves are only meant to be with their other half.
The truth of the matter is that you are my soulmate in every sense of the word, just as I am yours. If I were to tell you as much you would call me pathetic as you laugh at me. How I can love such an evil bitch is beyond my comprehension. But I do love you. Secrets are what keep people such as ourselves so close. A person reveals a secret and they spend time protecting it and hoping the other doesn't tell. I loved our secret game because I believed I knew the real Kathryn Merteuil. You and I have shared so many secrets... My love. My life. My obsession. My everything.
You have possessed my soul in every possible way from the moment we laid eyes on each other. I needed you because I felt completely empty on the inside. I turned to you like a addict does to a drug. Because of you I suffer from a disease that holds no cure, causing the two of us to be eternally miserable with or without each other.
This is my chance at freedom, to break loose from the chains we have ensnared one another with. This is the way that it has to be. Nothing can touch what we've shared, no one will ever compare, but eventually I will have peace of mind.
I could deny it, but it would be useless. You own my heart, my soul. I have always loved you and even after I die I will continue to do so. I have no choice in the matter. Goodbye, my cruel one. I know in another life we will meet again. It is inevitable. We are inevitable.