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Dear Hades,
I will admit, this letter is hard to write. So I will begin with the most ridiculous thing I am tell you and work backwards. I was not truly asleep for the past year. Much like humans seperate their souls from their bodies at death to become shades, my soul was seperated from my body and taken elsewhere. I know how it sounds. I know you must be reading this and thinking that I am sick or need help. But it's true.
I was brought to a train that traveled the voids between worlds and realities. I enclosed a pamphlet from the train. Being handmade, I imagine you might find it hard to believe that I didn't just create it in the time I've been here, but it was made by people who you have never met, never even concieved of. Mortals from worlds were they have technology that goes beyond our own. Worlds where mortals of every shape and size have magic. Beings that live as long as gods but with mortal deaths. Have you ever thought about how our choices might split the world? How different things might be if one simple variable in the world was different? I have heard the difference my absensce made in the world. I met someone from another version of our world. I learned things that I have done, things I am capable of. I have learned portions of who I might have been.
Which brings me to the hard part. We, the gods and us two in particular, exist in other realities. We exist in many forms, some of them utterly unrecognizable. In some worlds we are more like mortals in looks and acts, in some we are mere stories, long forgotten by the mortals who once worshipped us. But there is a string of fate between us that leads me to this confession. In ever reality beyond our own, we are married. I become Queen of the Underworld. I have even met the son we might have someday had. His version of you is awful though. You would loathe him with every bit of your soul, because I believe that if you had a child, you would not care for another being more in the whole world. He let his wife believe the son had died and never corrected her in her sorrow. He lets his furies torment them and he keeps him in the Underworld with deadly force. Perhaps you recall a wash of feelings earlier this year? And a pebble nearby? He recieved a much more angry version of that pebble from me.
It has been enlightening to learn how vast and wide reaching my fate is. Only Hera is more famoulsy married in all of the stories I've heard. Perhaps the version of me whose soul had not been kidnapped to a train would be your queen. But I cannot be.
I have spent my life on paths designed by others. I have walked within lines that are narrow and fixed. I am so tired of such a life. And as much as I believe we had true feelings for one another, it has become to feel like another path that was designed for me. Perhaps you cannot concieve of hearing that the feelings you thought were a rebellion were just normal. Expected. I was never going to be allowed to feel another way.
I don't know how you feel. Perhaps you have already forgotten about me after a year. We were friends for so little time, flirting for even less. Perhaps I was nothing, a momentary distraction from an eternal life. Perhaps you still have feelings for me. All I know is if you do, I cannot return them. I am sorry. I am in love with someone else. I do not know if this is a love that will span eternity or a few decades or just a few more months but I am giving it the chance it deserves. I am giving myself the chance I deserve. I am going to become myself, whoever that is outside of this story that everyone had painted me into. I am not a maiden or a destroyer or a queen. I am myself, shaky and uncertain, but still me.
I do not think I will be returning to this world. If I do, it will be far in the future. Perhaps I will return with friends in tow or perhaps I will be alone or perhaps I will be married. I cannot say. All I know is that I cannot just say nothing to you. There is a fate I am breaking by leaving here. There is a fate I am breaking while I walk away from what might have once made me happy, if I hadn't known it was set in stone.
I do have one last request, as a friend. Please do not let my mother destroy this world for the lack of me. Remind her that I loved the earth and the green. Remind her that I would not want this. I have told her this myself but you know how stubborn she is.
Thank you, deeply, for your kindness. You have always been most generous to me and if I had been able to fully come home, I hope you would have welcomed me back as a friend. But as soon as I knew this wouldn't last, I knew it wouldn't be fair to meet you face to face. It wouldn't be fair to you. It wouldn't be fair to my boyfriend. It wouldn't be fair to me.
With my warmest regards,
Persephone
[Enclosed are a train pamphlet, creased and worn from being stuffed at the bottom of her train backpack, and the pink comb]
I will admit, this letter is hard to write. So I will begin with the most ridiculous thing I am tell you and work backwards. I was not truly asleep for the past year. Much like humans seperate their souls from their bodies at death to become shades, my soul was seperated from my body and taken elsewhere. I know how it sounds. I know you must be reading this and thinking that I am sick or need help. But it's true.
I was brought to a train that traveled the voids between worlds and realities. I enclosed a pamphlet from the train. Being handmade, I imagine you might find it hard to believe that I didn't just create it in the time I've been here, but it was made by people who you have never met, never even concieved of. Mortals from worlds were they have technology that goes beyond our own. Worlds where mortals of every shape and size have magic. Beings that live as long as gods but with mortal deaths. Have you ever thought about how our choices might split the world? How different things might be if one simple variable in the world was different? I have heard the difference my absensce made in the world. I met someone from another version of our world. I learned things that I have done, things I am capable of. I have learned portions of who I might have been.
Which brings me to the hard part. We, the gods and us two in particular, exist in other realities. We exist in many forms, some of them utterly unrecognizable. In some worlds we are more like mortals in looks and acts, in some we are mere stories, long forgotten by the mortals who once worshipped us. But there is a string of fate between us that leads me to this confession. In ever reality beyond our own, we are married. I become Queen of the Underworld. I have even met the son we might have someday had. His version of you is awful though. You would loathe him with every bit of your soul, because I believe that if you had a child, you would not care for another being more in the whole world. He let his wife believe the son had died and never corrected her in her sorrow. He lets his furies torment them and he keeps him in the Underworld with deadly force. Perhaps you recall a wash of feelings earlier this year? And a pebble nearby? He recieved a much more angry version of that pebble from me.
It has been enlightening to learn how vast and wide reaching my fate is. Only Hera is more famoulsy married in all of the stories I've heard. Perhaps the version of me whose soul had not been kidnapped to a train would be your queen. But I cannot be.
I have spent my life on paths designed by others. I have walked within lines that are narrow and fixed. I am so tired of such a life. And as much as I believe we had true feelings for one another, it has become to feel like another path that was designed for me. Perhaps you cannot concieve of hearing that the feelings you thought were a rebellion were just normal. Expected. I was never going to be allowed to feel another way.
I don't know how you feel. Perhaps you have already forgotten about me after a year. We were friends for so little time, flirting for even less. Perhaps I was nothing, a momentary distraction from an eternal life. Perhaps you still have feelings for me. All I know is if you do, I cannot return them. I am sorry. I am in love with someone else. I do not know if this is a love that will span eternity or a few decades or just a few more months but I am giving it the chance it deserves. I am giving myself the chance I deserve. I am going to become myself, whoever that is outside of this story that everyone had painted me into. I am not a maiden or a destroyer or a queen. I am myself, shaky and uncertain, but still me.
I do not think I will be returning to this world. If I do, it will be far in the future. Perhaps I will return with friends in tow or perhaps I will be alone or perhaps I will be married. I cannot say. All I know is that I cannot just say nothing to you. There is a fate I am breaking by leaving here. There is a fate I am breaking while I walk away from what might have once made me happy, if I hadn't known it was set in stone.
I do have one last request, as a friend. Please do not let my mother destroy this world for the lack of me. Remind her that I loved the earth and the green. Remind her that I would not want this. I have told her this myself but you know how stubborn she is.
Thank you, deeply, for your kindness. You have always been most generous to me and if I had been able to fully come home, I hope you would have welcomed me back as a friend. But as soon as I knew this wouldn't last, I knew it wouldn't be fair to meet you face to face. It wouldn't be fair to you. It wouldn't be fair to my boyfriend. It wouldn't be fair to me.
With my warmest regards,
Persephone
[Enclosed are a train pamphlet, creased and worn from being stuffed at the bottom of her train backpack, and the pink comb]
