Niklaus,
I write you this to thank you for the painting. It arrived yesterday, a brown paper package tied up with strings. I didn't dare open it for a while, as I saw my name in your hand.
It has been over three months now, three months that have felt like years.
Three months since I have had anything even remotely supernatural happen in my life -except for the occasional Elijah or Hayley visit.
I only decided to write you this thank you note because I can see your silhouette through those red curtains. You're painting something, aggressively, which we all know means somethings wrong.
The days are ticking by so slowly, every once in a while I look down at people's hands in the hope I'll spot a ring on there. It hasn't worked so far.
The painting is hanging in my living room now, it was already a mess in there, but now my own stern look is judging me. You haven't painted me, though, you have painted your perception of me. The white dress was a nice touch, but I know I was wearing a pink one that day.
I think of you and your child every day, and I pray for you both.
A swan queen in waiting,
Odette Williamson
Ps; lets just leave Cunningham far behind, I'm not cunning and I don't like ham.
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