For the "letters to you" meme: "Dear past me,"
For as many thoughts the Lord Commander had throughout the day, there must have been as many quick scribbles left in his wake. To feel, to release, to forget-- an endless cycle, but it kept him sane. If he could not keep himself distracted (which, truth be told, was most of the time, for his mind was wont to wander), he would begin to revisit things he knew he couldn’t change. And oh, he knew he couldn’t change them. But that did not mean he could allow himself to make the same mistakes again. In unassuming trash bins, one might find the telltale signs of the war that raged within him, letters written to no one in particular just to say his piece and then return to his duties.
You were always one step ahead in the past. You knew what to say when the world was falling down, how to react precisely when the moment called for it. Did that change along with the near loss of your friend? Did you trade common sense for resolve in the face of hope? “Toss them,” you said. You couldn’t have known what was to come... perhaps not known, but expected, regardless.
