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MY DEAR ACHILLES,

If you've found these words written on paper, I'm long gone, probably been killed by a trojan or by your mother, oh my beloved Achilles, oh I love you so— I can already miss the sun gold hair on your head, the grassy green eyes and the softness of your lip's that would keep me stable, the warmth of your rough palms that would protect me from any danger. I never really understood you Achilles, such a beautiful been, The greatest of Greek found a poor exile boy like me interesting, I never really understood what you were thinking but I am glad you choose me. Like the vow for marriage, till death do we part, it crushes me like a boulder when I think about it, I can't imagine a world without the glow of your light to guide me but now your pride has consumed you, your beauty fading; rage and greed for honor and respect replacing it ever so quickly. Achilles, even so, I've never stopped loving you. As you are half of my soul as a poet would say. I still remember the promise you made to me about becoming the first Greek hero to be famous and happy and I hope my death doesn't make you depart from your promise. I still remember the time we would sit by the rocks, throw stones, eat, and gossip, I would observe you quietly, your beauty, your robust structure, your sweet voice, and your kind personality, you are a sight for sore eyes. Sometimes I wish I was born a woman, so I could've borne your child instead of daidemia, do not get me wrong, I do not hate nor envy her just to make that very clear. I'm ashamed to lose a beauty like you, I hope the warmth of your lips could meet mine during my final breaths but what can I do? Lord hades had already called my name, taking me to the Underworld but remember this, even if lost in eternal darkness, I'll find you, even if we change, size, shape, voice, and color, I'll always be able to find you as your presence outshines the rest. I wish I could've lived longer, you're the sun you've never seen the night but you hear its songs from the morning birds and I'm not the moon nor am I a star but the one who sings the tunes to the morning birds. I know your mother didn't like me much, she didn't approve of our relationship, and I don't blame her, I mean I am an exile with nothing to his name, yet you stay with me through thick and thin. I am grateful that I can leave this world with memories of you; why must love hurt like this. you have destroyed yourself and for this, you will be hated for your actions but not by me but by the people that had placed their trust in you. And if you loved me—this could've been avoided, what am I even saying, of course, you love me, you were just blinded by fury and in this story, there is no happy ending, so please do not grieve for I am already dead and even though you are a demi-God, your tears can not bring back the dead but we'll meet again don't know where or when but I know we will meet again perhaps in another life and if that happens I hope you will be set free of your burdens and will be able to enjoy life, love and me. All though it pains me to say this it has to be done, so this will be the first and it shall be the last.

Goodbye, my strawberry blonde

Goodbye my beloved

Goodbye Achilles.