For but a moment, valcrist stood within the confines of Patsy's empty bedroom, eyes closed as his head lowered. This was, perhaps, one of the hardest things he had to do and come to terms with. Soon, he would begin to pace as he thought about his next decision. It was hard, very hard to come to this decision, but it may have been for the best. Finally he stood still as fingers gripped nervously at the custom made Rolex that Patsy had designed especially for him. So many memories came with this thing as he paused a moment to study the intricately designed patterns, feeling the weight of the thing in his palm. A nervous glance was cast towards the direction of her nightstand. In one hand, was the said, precious object. In the other, was a brief letter explaining the next decision that was about to come. Again, this had been one of the hardest decisions he had to make. Whether Patsy would forever hate him for this, or not, had yet to be determined. For him, though, this was one decision he simply had to stand behind and live with for the rest of his life. 

       Sweat literally poured from every pore and oriface as he soon began yet another pacing, fingers idly twiddling both the Rolex and the letter. Finally, he closed his eyes as he stopped pacing, then lowered his head. He moved to the nightstand and place both letter and Rolex upon the intricately-carved material. Having done so, he brushed his hand gently along the material of her bed as he closed his eyes to relive those memories spent laying here cuddled next to her. They have been absolutely wonderful, no doubt. But, as the saying goes, life simply moves on, and Patsy, well, Patsy was Patsy. She was simply a busy woman when it came down to things. She had been a wonderful mistress, and one of the first people he was introduced to. Hell, she was simply the first person he met, when he began his new life in Salem. Absolutely nothing would take away those wonderful memories he had spent with her; even the inclusion of another by her choosing did nothing to diminish those memories. Unfortunately, much like Mortality, things simply do not last forever, and this was one of those.

     Dear Patsy

     I do not know if you will ever forgive me for coming to such a decsion. But, I have come unto you as a request, and.......ask for my freedom. Its definitely not that I've grown tired of you, because something like that would never happen. I couldnt begin to repay you for basically, well...giving me something of a second chance at life. You've done more for me than I would've expected from ANYONE. For that, I will always and forever love you, but....I understand you simply cannot be here for me all the time, you cannot coddle me the way I want you to. I also understand, that, when it comes down to it, you're a busy woman. To be honest, I am a bit angry that you arent around, but..well, I cant be. I dont know how many times I've up'd and dissappeared on you, so its definitely not fair for me to be this way. I just miss your attention. I know this isnt the most eloquent letter, but I speak from the heart. I dunno, even writing this now is rather difficult. I really dont know how to conclude this, or even put into words about what Im thinking. All I know is.....I guess...I guess its just time for me to finally grow up and move on. I know you cant be here forever for me, as much as I would like you to. The reason Im asking for my release from you is that....I just dont want to feel like Im a burden to you. And I'd rather tell you instead of you coming back to find me gone again. I can see eric pulled something like that, and I dont know if he's coming back, but, at the same time, I felt that I at least had to ask you because God knows I owe a lot to you. I still owe you my life for what you've gone out of your way to do for me. I just....I just dont want to be a burden on you....

Valcrist

   Reading the letter over once more, he still felt nervous. To be honest, even the letter literally sounded all over the place, rarely sticking to a topic. Then again, he never would've though he'd be asking for something like this. Setting the letter back on the nightstand, he moved over to her bed, and simply sat with his back pressed against the edge, elbows resting against his knees as his head rested between the palms of his hands in an attempt to try and relax himself, shutting his eyes. After a few moments or so, he would bring himself to rise as he made his way for the exit. He stopped for a moment as he turned his head to cast one more glance around the room. With his heart heavy, he let out a long sigh before leaving the confines of Patsy's room

-- Edited by Valcrist at 23:53, 2008-10-09

-- Edited by Valcrist at 12:30, 2008-10-10