[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]

goodbye galar: letters

a pale queen & the art of a broken heart

she hasn't slept in a day or two. sleep no longer comes easily. this world is foreign, unnatural to her body. and the comforts of hoenn have never felt so far away before.

in a way, she thinks this will be an odd sort of therapy. writing down thoughts and feelings and sensations lost against the memory they're trapped within... it has to help, right?

a soft sigh escapes and the borrowed quill finally begins scratching paper.

letter one.

dear Felix Gallagher,

i hope time is different back home... well, if you're even home, i suppose.

we haven't spoken since you left. that's my fault, i believe. i -- (illegible scribble, as if the words don't fit)

i'm sorry. i miss you. more than i can describe, actually.

everything that happens here... every little quirk a townsperson has or a funny joke about the end of times they tell, i look for you to see if you notice it too or if you laugh.

it's kind of silly, isn't it, to look for you everywhere? i keep hoping i'll look up and you'll be standing in the doorway.

it never seems to happen the way i envision it, no matter how many times i wish on stars.

i know you're not here but god, please come home. please don't leave again.

i'm sorry...

i have to go. i have duties now -- royal duties. they, uh, crowned me queen here... can you believe that? me, a queen? i never would've thought that'd fit me but they saw something in me, i guess.

anyway, wherever you are, i miss you and i love you.

yours,

illeana reyes