Don't get too excited! I'm not sure what is out there, since I am only just beginning my journey as I write this. Who knows, though? I could be in another community by the time you're reading this. Maybe I'll still be traveling. I want you to know, Lily, that I'm not alone, because I've brought Gabriel. I know you're thinking that I'm insane to bring somebody so young with me on a journey so dangerous, but I know what I'm doing. Gabriel can see beyond! This means he has the ability to see what our community used to be like; he can receive memories, like me. I needed to get him away. Yes, what I'm saying is that something is... different... about our community. There is something called color, and agony. Also, what I've said before is true: There used to be animals, and I must see them!
I suspect Mother and Father are worried about me, too. You don't need to show them this letter, because whichever you choose to do, it won't matter. I'll be gone and will never go back. Lily... just keep this for yourself; maybe comfort yourself in the fact that I'll be happier. A word you will never understand, and I will not, either, if I stay. There are many new emotions I must feel, and a new life I want to live. No longer do I want to spend my life wishing for something other than... this! I want to feel, Lily, so badly. It aches to think you will never understand the longing I am forced to withstand.
Love. It's an amazing feeling. There used to be families, large families, born and not assigned! They would all live together, with the parents of their parents, called grandparents. On a day they call Christmas, they would all receive gifts, and laugh. They would light candles with fire, which is dangerous, but so bright and warm... if you only knew the power inside the room I saw, you would leave, too. I want to love, and be loved. Hopefully, I will find a new family, and they will accept me, and love me as a son.
I've always wondered, Lily, if what we ever felt toward each other was love. Did you merely
admire me as an older brother, or did you honestly and truly love me? I doubt you will be able
to answer, since love is a complicated feeling that our community has forgotten. Maybe one
day, long after my death, the community I once called home will have learned emotion. Will
have learned of pain, and color. These dreams won't die with my presence there, Lily. Nor
will your place in my heart.
This is the last time you will ever hear from me, dear sister.
Love (such a nice feeling it is to be able to pen the word),
Jonas
