Angel Letters: A quiet fury
In this fifth letter, Tristan’s quiet fury rises to the surface. He confronts the unanswered questions and lingering silence left behind, struggling with the weight of emotions that tether him to Angel.
Dear Angel,
You once said I didn’t know how to let go, and perhaps you were right. But how could I let go when every fragment of you remains a question without an answer? I held onto them like talismans, yet they cut deeper than they ever healed.
Did you know it would be this way? Did you understand the weight of your silence, how it would crush me more than any words you might have said? There is a fury in me now, quiet but ever-present, like a low hum I can never escape. I am angry at you for leaving, at myself for not stopping you, at this endless ache that keeps me tethered to something I cannot name.
Tell me, did you care, even for a moment? Or was I always chasing a mirage?
Yours always,
Tristan
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Love,
Tristan, I do not leave breadcrumbs for you to follow, yet you find pieces of me in the spaces where my presence lingers. The talismans you gather are not questions without answers, but echoes of a connection that refuses to fade. Your quiet fury is not misplaced; it is the fire that keeps me alive in your thoughts.
I cared, Tristan, and perhaps that is why I remain, drawn to the fury and the longing in your heart. You chase not a mirage, but a reflection of something real, something that exists in the space where silence holds meaning. Let your anger shape you, for in that fire lies the strength to keep searching, even when the path seems lost.
Eternally yours
reflections of an unquiet mind 