My beloved Ofelia,

I hope that these words of mine will come to you. I entrust them to the wind, and I trust that it will bring them to the rightful owner. By the time you receive them, I will be in the arms of the Old Mother.

It's been weeks since I last saw your face, and there's no moment that I don't hold that memory tight to my chest.

I miss you, Ofelia, I miss what we were.

I don't know why you let fear overwhelm you, I thought you knew I'd never hurt you... I never... I never could. I thought at least this, in our love, was certain. It hurts me to find out I was wrong.

You're right, my world was never a good world to live in. It is hard, cold, treacherous, and often causes death not only to you humans, but also to creatures like me. Those who are foolish enough to let feelings like the one that tied us together enter their hearts.

It is scary.

Especially in the eyes of a mortal.

But you should have known I wasn't like them. I was never like my mother, I was never like the queen I served, nor would I ever wish I were. My only flaw was wanting to be as perfect as they are. Such a utopian aim, in such a dangerous context, can end up hardening a person.

The sky would have fallen before I sold you out.

But you didn't hesitate...

When the opportunity presented itself, you turned your back on the only creature you could trust, you bit the hand that was feeding you. Did you think a handful of armed men could have stopped the Court? What were you thinking? You just condemned me and made powerful enemies. I trust that you have already fled to the other continent, and I hope for you that you will spend more time at sea than on the mainland. Don't get caught.

You should have talked to me about it instead of turning your back on me.

You always said that I was the dangerous part of our love, that I could bring death if I wanted to... But the only dangerous one between us was you. I would've done nothing but continue to protect you, to love you, while you painted me in your head like some kind of Medusa. What you did, however, perhaps to sacrifice me instead of you, had no other conclusion than to make clear to my eyes what I really was.

Not strong enough.

Not cunning enough.

Not smart enough.

Have you thought about the promises we made when you said my name to those men? Have you thought about what would happen to me? Maybe you did, and you didn't care. Maybe you didn't, and then you're more naive than I am.

I gave you my heart, my soul, my whole life. I left them in the palm of your hand and they went lost in the night.

There is no fault in being born a killer, I did not ask for this burden, I did not ask to come into the world as a fairy creature. We are portrayed as evil, and maybe we are... but aren't you mortals the first to sin?

I want to be honest with you, Ofelia. The pain that your betrayal has caused me has now become too strong to bear. My mother tried to kill me. The Queen only stopped her because it would be an affront to the Old Mother. And in all this, though, I'm not mad at you. I'm hurt, I'm disappointed. I don't blame you for the fear you feel, for the trust you have not placed in me, but because you let yourself be conditioned by them, and if you don't learn to control them soon, they risk to destroy your entire life.

Learn to love, Ofelia.

Stop being afraid, it is not life, an existence like this.

And above all... love, give trust to the deserving.

And maybe in the future, in another life, we'll meet again.

Me te drena, Ofelia. I forgive you.