To: Mason Ralusch - Printable Version

Mason,

I don't know what to tell myself anymore. All these chances I gave you, despite of the incidents that have happened over the last few weeks. You said you loved me.

Yet each and every time, when I do my best to love you back. Forgetting about what had happened and just wanting to look forward. Each time there is something around the corner waiting.

What were you exactly thinking when you brought Catherine to 'your' home? Did you know how she would react upon seeing me there? You could've simply told me you wanted me to meet her someday. Instead you don't say a word, you simply barge in with her. And she clearly was expecting something else then a 'witch' being there.

And then when your 'Ex' is done with dancing and jumping on my heart you simply leave without saying one word, no apologizes, no nothing.

Sometimes I wish my brother was the one that killed you instead of you having shot him. Sometimes I wish you didn't live, yet I gave you all these chances to make up for your mistakes. I was patient for you to take your steps. But all I got was another slap in my face. Making me remind all things that had happened.

I'm hoping you've come to your senses by now. One more chance, Mason. That is all I can give you, if you don't take it or manage to screw up again. Then you will have to say goodbye to me, I will take my own walk from that point onwards.

If you really love me as much as you told me you do, then don't waste this one chance. I'll stay on Denver, you know where to find me. There we can talk, just you and me, no one else. Talk on how you want to move on.

- Zena