gearsinherhead
❝It's... rather difficult to explain the exact reality of our relationship.❞ For me, at least. Sure, many reminders of my love exist still. Her daughter is no exception to the fact. I am one who understands her wishes particularly well. If I were in her place, however, I wouldn't have tried as hard to find my siblings as she. I knew they'd be able to rescue themselves. Only, now they're both gone, as I was just a smidgen too late, a phrase which here means "was caught behind while documenting the Baudelaires', too much so that I was unable to rescue my elder siblings from their misfortunes that stole their lives from them." Violet deserves the truth, however. No matter how painful it may be to me to recall it, she is my love's daughter. She deserves to know what Beatrice and I went through, for better or for worse. ❝It started with her father. Led to a hayride on bark. It had ended a worse way than I could have imagined, really. Though, what was to be expected. I was hardly thirteen when we met, and the mystery of her.. That mystery was worth more to solve to me than the original assignment my chaperone and I were assigned to.❞ And, quite possibly, the only mystery that was worth solving. At least to my young mind. Solve the mystery of Ellington, all else would come together at last. Though, the end was far more different than I had planned. From her name to her reasons, all was far more different than I believed possible.
