Lien le Storm

The last few weeks have felt like a dream. Admittedly a sneaky, secret dream that I probably shouldn’t be having at all, but at this point, I don’t want to wake up. Don’t want to come up for air just yet.

But I have to. Not knowing what I know now. I can’t let that happen. We don’t have much time now. It’s too dangerous to stay. I need to do something to stop this. I need to write some letters.

Lieny

I am sorry it has been a while since I last wrote. I went to the cavern for a few weeks and left you behind. I didn’t mean to, and in truth I really would of liked to of done a bit of writing. It might of eased my mind and then my mind got distracted or was forgotten entirely. One small sugar cube, it changed everything. And he promised me he would never hurt me again and that he would become his old self again. And I believed it, I still do. I have to have hope right? Forgive and have hope.

So. I asked him. It was hard. And I’m terrified. Truly. I am so sure that the answer will be no. But there is that small part of me that is hopeful that he’ll prove me wrong… and also prove my Brother wrong and say yes.

The waiting is always the hardest part.

Lieny.