A handwritten letter

You pick up the folded sheet of paper, noticing at the top of it that your name is written out. "What the..." you mumble to yourself as you start to unfold it, curious what it says inside.

Darien,

If you are reading this letter is it because I did not return from the battle with Rathkin & Errian. I'm hopeful for the best, but only time will tell. If that is the case, I just want you to know this. These past few days with you around have been some of the best days of my life. Just seeing you, knowing my little brother is back in my life...there are no words for that feeling I have.

Seeing you through out the days, hanging out with you during the evening, staying up late into the nights. I want you to know that ever since you came back to me, it has made me the happiest person I have been in a very long time, probably since the day I was taken from your side. Even when life was tough, when bad things had to happen, just knowing you were back in my life made everything better. You have no idea how much you mean to me, how much I appreciate you, how much I care for you.

Our journey has been remarkable and I couldn't have asked to have a better brother by my side. Thank you for everything you've ever done. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you. Thank you for pushing me when I needed to be pushed. But most importantly, thank you for just being you. I wish you the best in your journey ahead and know that I will always be there watching over you. I hope you live a long and thoughtful life, find the perfect woman to accompany your side and please...please be careful when playing with fire because I won't be there to save your ass when things eventually go south!

I appreciate everything you've done,
You will always be in my heart,
I love you,
Claire

You take in a deep breath as a tear falls to the ground below you, you start to sniffle your nose, keeping the snot from dripping down. You just smile at the letter before you, seeing an outline of Claire's lips pressed along the bottom of the paper. You bring it up to your face, smelling it, it still has that partial scene of Claire lingering on the page. You give the piece of a paper a kiss before folding it back up and placing it in your pouch alongside your pressed purple tulip. As your head tilts back to the ground, still sniffling away, you get caught off guard when you hear a knock on the door as it slightly starts to open.