Love, your Jett

I drop the letter, grab the last piece of chocolate, which I brought to my room, and close my eyes as I pop it into my mouth. It tastes exactly like what he wrote.

This is who we are.

Sweetness and ecstasy, tested by bitterness. Do I dare wish for something that has the potential to be my downfall?

Do I?

I take a breath as I wish, then open my eyes, reaching for the next envelope.

Raven,

I’ve never had to win someone. I’ve never had to fight for someone. But I do for you. I saw these bloodred roses and they made me think of you.

My heart bleeds red, but only for you.

Love, your Jett

I rip open another.

Raven,

I will spoil you every day, for all our days.

Love, your Jett

“Oh my God.” I cover my mouth, drop the letter, and reach for the Tiffany box. Jerking the ribbon off, I open it.

“Jesus, Jett.” I stare at the sapphire-and-diamond choker, then scan the area around my bed to find the letter that goes with it.

Raven,

I had a vision.

I saw sapphires spilling all over you, running down your breasts in a sparkling river of gems.

It was that vision, that second, that my life changed. I might not have said it, but deep inside I knew.

You are my forever.

Love, your Jett

Forever.

I look around. “What do I do?” I whisper. Grabbing the choker, I run to the bathroom, rip off my T-shirt, and put the necklace on. It’s cool on my skin. I take a step back, so I can see more of myself.

It’s like this necklace has branded me, chained me to him, our souls intertwined together. To be honest, the letters mean more to me than any of the gifts. It has never been about money; it’s about trust. Can I really trust him not to hurt me again?

“Can you trust yourself?” I whisper, because that’s what all this is boiling down to. I lost a piece of myself that night, seeing him in a way I never thought possible.

What does your gut say?

I walk over and turn the shower on, removing the choker. Slowly, I wash myself while my mind tries to work through all this. He’s not messing around. He wants it all. Can I give him that? I deserve it, and so does he.

I turn the water off and step out, wrapping a towel around my chest.

Do you dare?

It rings in my head, and I freeze. Suddenly I can breathe again. It doesn’t have to be this difficult, Raven. He asked this question in the beginning, and your answer is still the same. It will always be the same. Because at the end of the day, he’s right.

There is no choice. He is my forever, and I am his.