Dear Friend,

This may or may not be the last letter I will ever write to you. In one hour we will be on the field, Zuandro and I, and see what fate has in store for the both of us. Now is the time to start a new chapter of my life- although the previous one was, alas, short, a week passes quickly, and there is nothing any of us can do about it. 

I will face our foes with armed pistol, walled mind, strong and powerful will- even if the only thing fuelling it is the want to feel safe in Zuandro's arms again. That's all I've ever sought out. Safety, or, at least, the feeling of it. That was what Zuandro gave me, not my parents, with their shattered china dishes all over the kitchen tiles.

I may yet find solace and quiet in this world. But for now, there is Zuandro, and he is my anchor, made of steel and keeping me in place, stopping my thoughts from wandering too far. After all, it is the thorn that is attached to the rose, and not the other way around.

Soon, I will be that thorn, along with Zuandro, and he will guard me as I will guard him. The future in itself is unpredictable and unconquerable, but that doesn't matter to me anymore, because I loved him imperfectly, and it was beautiful.

All is well, I think as I write this to you. 

And now, my dear friend, I am ready to die, because what we have, him and I, is infinite, and now my fear has abated.

Love always,

Your everlastingly faithful friend,

Felix

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a/n: looking for more epic sci-fi, badass characters, and some LGBT+? Throw 'Shiver' a look: the link is in the external link on this chapter!