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An old letter, previously unsent, tucked into a gifted copy of Wednesday Addams’ newest book that now sits on Enid Sinclair’s nightstand:
Enid—
I’d like to reiterate my argument about Orpheus. See, I told you that his biggest regret must have been that he didn’t take his own life to meet Eurydice down in the underworld immediately following her death.
I still believe that.
I expect that you’ll want to argue with this, countering my beliefs and reasoning that his biggest regret had to be turning around and looking at his lover, going against Pluto and Persephone’s instructions and therefore losing Eurydice forever.
I say you’re wrong.
You’re wrong, because Orpheus would never regret looking at Eurydice. How could he possibly feel shame for admiring the woman he loved so dearly? Taking one last glance at her would not have been a regret, but instead one last moment of unbridled devotion.
I know this is true. I know he didn’t regret it, because I can feel exactly what he felt.
Every minute I spend with you, Enid, is a minute I wouldn’t dream of spending any other way; when you’re beside me, I know you’re meant to be there.
If you weren’t beside me, it wouldn’t feel right. I think I’d sense a shift in the atmosphere. My apartment would appear ten times emptier. My shoulders would be heavy.
My hand would be reaching, searching for yours, endlessly.
Orpheus and I are one and the same.
Because no matter how far apart we are, no matter how fleeting our time is together, I will always be looking over my shoulder for you.
Forever yours,
Wednesday