Her pen touched the paper below, her lilly-white hand shaking so badly that the ink smeared and smudged without effort. A soft cry left her lips as blood coated her teeth, her vision narrowing in to the point of darkness abounding. She shook her head, long trestles rushing about in an effort to bring her back to reality. Swallowing hard she reached across the desk and used one hand to steady the other, the letter short and sweet as the breeze brought her a comfort that the dying didn't deserve and most didn't receive. 

[i]Jameson, 

There is a small chest in my room, under the third wooden piece just left of my bed. If you push hard enough the wood will give way and beneath the wood is a chest that contains all of the proof you need that they do exist. I simply wanted to gather a bit more, but seeing that my life is but a memory in waiting I believe you should take advantage and press the church to act. It is only a matter of time before the monsters come for you and those like us that seek the light and protect justice against their atrocity. I love you and my father and will wait for you in the world beyond this one. Do what we always planned to do brother, bring them into the light.

Your Elle
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Her pen dropped as her breathing began to shake the ether just around her, frail hands pressed to the wooden structure below her as the world began to loose color once again. The soft breeze of the wind called to her and forever seemed just beyond her grasp but she knew soon enough she would be in heaven and in the embrace of her beloved mother. Elle took a few tentative steps toward the open window, the desire to fly taking hold of her and giving her legs purpose to finish the short walk to her death, but a death of her choosing, not this horrid end that would become of her. A voice as deep a sin and dark as hell slipped around her, the very essence of it causing her head to drop back and a sigh of desire to leave her cracked lips. 

[i]This does not have to be the end. A painful death, alone... with only letters where ones true feelings never can be written down as they should. How do you say 'goodbye' forever? This does not have to be the end. A word. A wish. That is all it would take. A painful death does not have to be the end. If only to see your loved ones one more time.[/i]

A tear rolled down her cheek as she choked on a soft sob at the thought that their was another way out of this predicament and yet she knew that her faith allowed nothing but the darkness of fatality to move in like a thief in the night. She shook her head, soft words leaving her lips as she turned and let herself free fall from the second story room, the drop alone enough to kill her. "There is nothing left for me... but this moment."