I swallowed the lump on my throat and forced myself to continue reading the letter.
"Of all people, why you? I know as you read this letter you're asking yourself the same question. To be honest, I don't even know the answer. I just feel that I could trust you…. You are a good person, Beatrix. The overflowing goodness in your heart was something I admired. You are someone I could never be no matter how hard I tried to. I'm just a supporting character who was never meant to be happy…. And that was my biggest frustration in life.
I only wanted to be happy…. But it seems I was never meant for it. I spent my childhood years trying to make everyone happy until I realized it was only an illusion. There's no good things in the world… Only bad people…. I guess I let the dark side of life conquer what was left of my light and before I knew it, I became the most hated character in somebody else's story.
