Too Late to Say Forgive Me
Dylan’s hands trembled as he unfolded the letter.
*“If you’re reading this, it means I couldn’t make you remember while I was alive...”*
He sank into the chair, the words bleeding into his chest like knives.
*“The melody you heard on the cliff—it was mine. You were dying, and I sang to keep you awake. I begged the ancestors to keep you breathing, even as I bled beside you...”*
His breath caught.
*“I didn’t want your love. Only your truth. But you gave both to someone else and left me to rot in silence. I forgive you, Dylan. I just couldn’t carry this weight anymore...”*