Melody

Dear Scarlett,

Oh god… where do I begin? I hope you aren’t mad at me. In fact, I hope you never find out what happened to me at all. But if you’re reading this, please forgive me. I’m wracked with guilt. I couldn’t enjoy my new life here on Middara knowing that I could’ve done something to save Oliver.

They don’t have the same diseases here on Middara, and the advancement can save him. Oliver doesn’t have to suffer. I just had to find a way to bring him here, to get him out of that damn hospital he’s been stuck in. It’s dangerous though, not just for me, but for both of you, too. If you were here though, I know what you would do. I know what you would say.

You wouldn’t be afraid. You were never afraid.

The Black Hand has told me that there’s a way. They’ve also told me over and over again about the consequences. They say that I’ll lose myself, that the creature they’re going to put inside of me will absorb my psyche until we are one. I don't know how it all works, or what it even really means, but a man within the organization has promised to bring you and Oliver to Middara if I… volunteer myself.

I’m going to do it. I should’ve done it a year ago when I was first approached with the offer, but I was too afraid. Now I pray every night that I didn’t wait too long, that Oliver isn’t already… god, I can’t even write it.

Please, Scarlett, he’s everything to me. I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but you’re like a sister to me. I hope saving Oliver from his illness and saving you from that hell hole of a home will make up for leaving you, for leaving both of you.

They're waiting for me now. I fear my sacrifice will go unnoticed, and it scares me. I’m such a coward. I guess that’s why I’m even writing this. Deep down, I hope someone reads it and thinks that I did the right thing. I hope that you think that I did the right thing.