To My Dearest Arch

The letter Abbisett had written Arch when she was losing her mind.

Day 2934

Dear Arch,

    My love, my world, I do not know how long I shall be coherent enough to keep alive. So, just let me say, before anything else, just let me say, I truly do love you. And nothing, and I do mean nothing, will ever make my heart waiver. You have seen me at my best, as well as at my worst, and have been by my side as much as physically possible in our much too short time together. And, I just wish for the chance to thank you.

    Arch, my love, my mind will not quiet. Ever since we came back to the Old World, I have felt this sort of madness settle. And it is growing stronger. I know the reason for Orchid is to observe what it was Humanity had done wrong in the hopes to avoid it. And that, there is always great risk in this sort of endeavor. But, neither you nor I, or Narrisca or Lowr ever thought of our mental state of mind. And I fear for how much longer I shall last.

    You had, at one point, asked me to share with you the burdens that I carry. I can’t. I’m sorry for being such a Scrallen, but I cannot allow you to know even a fraction of what I do. You are such a gentle creature, Arch. I could never taint you with such knowledge. For that I am sorry. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me someday. Though, it does kill me to think that you won’t.

    Do you remember the day Offenjaline was born? How everyone had advised us against naming her that? How we called them Hekrans because of it. I keep thinking back to that day. How Narrisca and Lowr had burst out laughing. About how our daughter never cried that first night.

    Our wedding day, perhaps. Oh dear Janellette, how everyone thought we were suppose to be nervous. Remember back in Averlane, how, when we were children, we would plan how our lives would be together. And how we both almost died when you left for the East. I felt my world shatter that day. How we had begged Dr. Lenore to allow us to remain engaged for fear we’d be separated somehow. Though, thinking back, I guess it was silly to consider that that would happen.

    Do you remember how we had to help Lowr explain to Miss Charlotte who we were? That was a sure spectacle. She hadn’t believed us at first. But, then, how would four different people be able to have the exact same fantasy world? Arch, I’m scared. I am truly terrified to lose all these wonderful times. But, please, you must understand, no matter what may become of my mind, I will always love you. And I will always love Offenjaline. No matter what.

    In complete honesty, I have no idea why it is I am writing this. I am sure you do remember all the times I have named. And I am sure you know of my love. I’m just scared out of my mind, Arch, what little there is left of it.

    You must know, my love, that if you ever read this, that I am so sorry. And that I beg for your forgiveness at your feet.

    Eternally Yours,

Abbisett Elizabeth Blye

Author's Note

A standalone piece from one of my works. In the actual story, you never truly learn what Abbisett wrote.