A letter to Kat tucked in a first edition of The Little Prince.
My dearest Katherine, over the years many things have come and gone between us and for me the emotional distance is far harder than the physical mile separating us. Here at Joie I thought I had found love but once again I was drawn to my oldest dream. I have missed the stage more than I can fully explain but without it I am lost. I have returned to Paris, far from the eyes of our parents in the hope I can find my lost love and in turn find myself. I know this will not be easy on you, or even me, but to truly love you as you deserve, my sister, I must learn to love myself, not see myself through the eyes of our father. I’m taking myself away from technology and throwing myself into what was once my greatest passion. I’m at the Ecole de Danse de l’Opéra national de Paris. Always remember “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.” All my love, Sebastian.
Katherine read the letter over and over again, sighing as she looked at the book. She held it close, tears rolling down her cheeks.
