I know I’m not what you expected out of life. I go against everything society is pushing you towards. I’m a harlot, a mix-breed, a bastard, and a thief. And yet, I found you, a detective, and you took me as your own. For all my ways, I have been trained from almost to succeed my father. He passed onto me many rules, but I have broken the most important: Never love the law. Perhaps he made this rule because he once fancied a girl trapped within the laws. But I have broken it by falling for you. When I said I would stop if only you would have me, I meant it; with all my heart I meant it. Chain me to the bed, never let me see the light of day, make love and hate to me again and again I would do as you wish. I do not blame you for not believing me; I doubt I would believe myself. But that time is gone and you want nothing to do with me. My heart is breaking as I write this, and perhaps you can see my tears staining this scroll, but I want you to know I love you. I am yours whenever you wish to have me. I’ve left a clue as to where to search for me, if you ever desire to do so. If you are as done with me as you say, do with it as you wish. But if there is even the smallest bit of you that still wants me, still needs me, please hold on until you are ready. My heart will never heal, so know that you have ruined me for good. You have pulled my heart and taking it within your own chest, our two lives now fighting in constant war. Perhaps you will give me your heart again one day and I can be at peace. I wait for that day when you find me.
Forever waiting,
Your fiery little harlot
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