#farewell letter

[eleanore-delphinium]

Damian's Letter To Raven

from the fanfic: From A Dearly Departed

My beloved Raven. If you are reading this it means something bad has happened to me. I wish it wasn’t the case, and I wish I could hold you in my arms and tell you that everything will be okay.

But I know everything won’t be. Not for you who I left behind. I hope I died fighting and even more so, fighting to protect you. 

I hoped that I had at least got to tell you I love you and gave you that ring I always promised. I hope I got to call you my wife and we built a life together. The one we kept talking about.

But if I didn’t do any of those things I promised, and I didn’t get you that ring and that house. There is still something I can give you now. 

We talked about having kids. And if that is something you still want beloved, I have frozen my sperm. I wanted to surprise you. But if you're reading this letter, it means that I've died and didn't get to tell you.

Beloved, you must know, however, that I didn't plan this in the event that I die. It was my failsafe in case something bad happened to me on a mission and I couldn't give you a child. You know how I always worry about all the chemicals being tossed around on missions which might make me sterile.

If you still want a child with me, I'm giving this option to you. I know it's not exactly what we talked about. And I wished it wasn't this way, but beloved if there was something I could give to you, it's that dream of having kids with me.

I have given instructions to my mother, if there is anyone, I trust to do the procedure on you, it would be her. She is more than capable.

Raven. I love you. I hope this letter is something you will never get to see. But if it does. Know that I love you more than anything. And whatever you do, my love will never change.

Raven. Live well for the dreams I couldn't fulfill. And I'm sorry that I've hurt you. I wish I could wipe your tears and hold you in my arms.

I love you, Raven. My beautiful beloved Raven.

With love, always, always with love. Damian, your Robin.

~.~.~.~.~.~

The full letter without Raven's breakdown.

I think I did well (in writing this), what do you think?

[kittywaffles97]

Farewell Letters

In my HP rewrite prologue, here, Remus and Sirius find themselves having to raise Harry after Lily and James's death. When they go to Gringotts to discuss Sirius's family legacy, the goblin tells them about the wills of James and Lily, and what they're leaving them aside from their son.

Here is the letter from James to Sirius:

"Dear Padfoot.

You’re reading this letter, so it means I’m dead. If it happened in my bed at one-hundred and fifty, or in a potion accident, ignore it, but if it happened during the War, then I bloody hope I’ve done it before you, or before anyone else could.

I’m sorry, Padfoot, for leaving you, even if I’m happy to be the first to go. When you were fifteen, you became the brother my parents could never have themselves, and I swore I’d be with you till the end. I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfil that promise.

Please, please Padfoot, don’t cry for me. I know you will, you’ll probably hate me too and I understand that, but please, please don’t cry too much. Take care of yourself instead because Merlin knows you’ve always been bad at it. And please watch over Harry for me. I wanted to name him after you, you know? Lily told me you’d be insufferable if I did. Now, I just hope you’ll love him as much as I do. You’re the closest thing to a father he has. You and Moony aren’t allowed to have kids of your own, but maybe—just maybe—he’ll be able to bring you some of the joy I got from being a parent. Don’t look for me in him because he won’t know who I am, but look for me in you, brother, because I don’t regret taking you in, and never will.

I’m sorry for leaving you, but know I love you, Sirius Orion Potter.

With all my love, your brother, James Fleamont Potter.

PS: you never thought I’d sign with my full name now, did you?"

[emkgay]

Pov: Nathan's men killed Neil, but he was able to write a farewell letter:

Dear Andrew

My last words were to send you this letter, and if you are reading this, then,I must have been killed, but that's not the point. I don't regret sacrificing myself in front of you and the foxes. I wanted to say that my feelings for you are inexplicable, and very strong, but unfortunately I could understand it only on the day of execution. Actually it is very unfortunate. Surely you hate me and curse, but there are pluses in my death. Now I will not be a liar, and I will not give you all trouble. I hope that you and the foxes will not miss me, and will live on. You know Andrew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but as it turned out, there wasn’t much left. Maybe in the next life we ​​will meet again, and maybe with all the foxes, and we will spend time together. I hope that in the next life I will fall in love with you, just like in this one, and my feelings will be mutual. I felt great with you, and in the greatest security, in a place where I had never been before. I am very glad that I did not run away, and stayed after signing a contract with the foxes. Andrew, I thank you for everything, for the keys, for the trust, for the honesty and for the kisses. you were amazing.

With love Neil Josten

[uniquetempo]

Farewell

There were many people in my past whom played an important role in my life, without these people, without my life’s past events, I would never have had my son and I would not have been here at this moment writing this. I am deeply grateful to all those people whom took part. I hope they all receive their heart’s desire, no matter what it is, for they provided me with mine. Farewell past amigos, Welcome future!

[phinisiboat]

Lin Jue-Min, a Chinese Taipei revolutionary martyr. He died at 27 in 24 March 1911 when join Dr. Sun Yat Sen's politics movement. Along with other groups of young man, he rebel against Qing Dynasty which is corrupt. Before died, he write a farewell letter to his wife.

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Farewell Letter (Veda Mektubu) Tv Series

[turkish-dramas]

Farewell Letter (Veda Mektubu) Tv Series

[mohosaber003]

Alanur Yildiz✨💅🤍🕊️ from Farewell Letter (Veda Mektubu) Turkish Series played by the Talented Nurgül Yeşilçay! currently watching this series and i'm stunned by her act and attitude much classy and good at heart! Broken Pieces series was also amazing!

[astearisms]

but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁

[nwoko-solomon]

Educating the Teenagers

My Farewell Letter to My Graduating Students. The school is a forum where students are formally educated. And education in this context is the teaching and learning activities that take place in an academic environment. Just as we have various subjects that are taught and learned in secondary schools for the building or development of the minds and IQ of the students, this is how we should teach…

[seventh-fantasy]

明月已获沉西海 悲风何处催八荒

LI XIANGYI/LI LIANHUA and DI FEISHENG | 莲花楼 Mysterious Lotus Casebook

[hephaestuscrew]

The great thing about fiction podcasts is that you can experience emotionally impactful stories while just going about your day. The downside to this is that you may be emotionally impacted while just going about your day.

[staytiny-dreams]

beneath the christmas lights (c.sb x reader)

pairing: choi soobin x gn! reader

genre: non!idol au, freshly established relationship, seasonal fluff

warnings: zero, reader has a broken home, but it's not detailed, choi soobin being cute, angst if you squint (barely), sooo fluffy

wc: 1.8k

note: i don't like christmas fics, but we visited christmas lights at sunset while i was in my soobin feels so this was born. sorry if the formatting is weird this is the first time i've done this on my laptop. stay safe these holidays everyone

christmas time is confusing. for some, it is a joyous time of year filled with love and presents, decorations, family and friends. for others it is just a reminder of what they’re missing, whether it be family, friends or even money.

for you, christmas serves as a reminder of what you once had, and of what you’ve lost. 

yelling echoes through the bottom story of your house, your step mother’s shrieks piercing any peace you might’ve had as your father picks another fight.

sighing, you grip your headphones tight around your ears, knuckles tense with the force of your grip and with a flick of your thumb, the volume of the music surrounding you is bumped up.

you almost don’t hear it, but the vibrations of your phone against your thigh drags your attention down to your lap.

bin: (y/n)

before you can even type out a response another message comes through.

bin: i’m outside

you frown down at your screen, brows scrunching together. rather than sending through the question marks you’re tempted to, you pull your headphones off and place them gently on the keyboard of your laptop.

with your headphones gone you feel an immediate wave of cold wash over you. standing alone in your bedroom, you can once again hear the persisting argument occurring one floor down. despite the blue light from your laptop, the warm light from the fairy lights strung up around the room and the barely setting sun, you feel shrouded in darkness.

with familiar ease, you round your bed and approach the window, sheer curtains already having been pulled back.

sitting on your verge, two wheels on the curb and lights shining, is soobin’s car. through the tint on his windows you can faintly make out soobin, smiling up at you, giving you a shy wave.

y/n: ???

you replay your last few conversations with him in your head, trying to remember if you’d made any plans with him you may have forgotten about, but nothing comes to mind.

it’s christmas eve, shouldn’t he be with his family?

another vibration and a small chime sounds, effectively bringing your focus back to your messages with the boy in your front yard.

bin: just come down

with a huff loud enough to hide your smile, you slide on your sneakers, slip out of your bedroom and down the stairs.

while your parents are wrapped up in picking each other apart, it’s easy to pass by them, no questions asked, grabbing your house keys from the hook in the kitchen and quietly exiting through the front door.

“what are you doing here?” you ask as soon as the car door has been closed behind you.

“do you trust me?” is all he says and you let out a snort, something somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

“absolutely not.” 

he mumbles an offended ‘okay’ that you can only just catch while he is turned away from you, rummaging around in the backseat. you roll your eyes affectionately at his response and simply face forward.

the sun has properly begun its descent now, yellow and pink clouds are scattered across the darkening sky. you find your chest tightening at the pretty sight and with a start you realise the feeling bubbling inside you at the view is akin to the feeling that bubbles up when you look at soobin.

a long groan startles you back to reality as soobin sits back in his seat, a small white and green bag with oil stains spreading across the bottom edge is clutched in his right hand. he stretches his arm out to you, the bag dangling between the two of you as you stare sceptically at it.

“what is this?” you ask yet reach out for the bag without waiting for his answer.

unfolding the bag, you peek inside and gasp at what lay in there.

“soobin what…” you begin to ask again, but you are silenced when you meet his eyes. his gaze rests on you with an emotion swimming through his irises that you can’t quite understand.

instead of once again questioning his actions, you reach for the donut, from your favourite local bakery he had brought and pull on it with both hands.

the soft dough comes apart easily and you smile at soobin, holding one half of the donut out to him. he beams back at you, his dimples igniting a warmth in your heart that soobin seems to carry with him.

“no (y/n) i bought it for you, it’s your favourite dessert.” you shrug at him and push the half donut even closer, the cinnamon brushing against his lips.

“and you’re my favourite person, you’ll go well together.” you state as if it is a well known fact. at this, soobin blushes a bright red and turns away, finally turning the engine back on.

the soft guitar that had been playing since you entered the car pauses as his radio restarts with the engine, then promptly continues its soothing tune. 

“hmph.” you let a small, huffy laugh slip past your lips. while soobin focuses his attention on driving off the curb of your front yard, he still finds it in him to question your laughter.

“nothing. i was just listening to this song inside is all.” you admit, your cheeks warm. it feels silly to be flustered by such a small thing, but everything about soobin causes your body to run hot and your heart to pound.

soobin doesn’t respond, instead opting to focus on the road as he exits the cul-de-sac your house sits at the back of as a means to ignore the warmth in his own cheeks.

“soobin! what are you- where are you taking me?” you yelp at him as your own house shrinks away in the mirror. when you look down from the mirror, back at soobin, you find him already staring at you. his eyes are dark, bar the same unknown emotion swirling through them, mouth set in a straight line and you know to take his next words seriously.

“do you trust me?” he asks and you swallow, your throat tight under the intensity of his gaze.

“absolutely.” at this, you are rewarded with his dimples as he smiles to himself, eyes back on the road as he finally turns off of your street and onto the main road.

settling into your seat, your arm rests on the centre console, palm facing upwards. your head lolls to the side, watching through the window that soobin must have wound down before your entrance.

the breeze sweeps over you and within minutes, as you had hoped, soobin’s arm joins yours on the centre console, his large hand tentatively reaching for your own. you open your hand more, allowing him to intertwine his fingers with your own, matching smiles spreading across both of your lips at the gesture.

“the beach?” you turn your head away from the window to look back at soobin upon recognising the route he was driving. his sweet smile morphs into something cheekier and he squeezes your hand with his own.

“i thought you trusted me, hm?” you huff for the nth time tonight at his cryptic response yet your smile doesn’t waver.

then, a split second before the lights come into view, it clicks. a childlike excitement you thought you had left behind awakens in you, your heart sitting in your throat and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the christmas light displays, or the boy who drove you to see them.

soobin slows the car right down as he drives up the strip of beach houses whose owners had gone all out. 

the two of you are lit up by reds, greens and blues as you crawl down the beautifully lit street. you feel as if your eyes couldn’t get any wider, taking in every possible detail you can from each and every display. 

a santa here, a merry christmas there, a snowflake or two, glowing snowmen, lines of candy canes and for a second you felt twelve years old again. your mum on one side of you, your dad on the other looking up at your own christmas display just a few short years before everything fell apart.

tears well in your eyes as you think of your home now, cold and dark despite the sun only just setting and the warmth that christmas was supposed to bring.

as soobin reaches the end of the street, he simply pulls over. a hand on your cheek brings you back to the present, your head whipping over to face soobin as a few tears spill over.

“baby…” soobin pouts at your tearful expression and your heart clenches in return, not before skipping a beat at the term of endearment.

with one of his hands wrapped around your own, the other covering your cheek and his eyes boring into your own, you find yourself drowning in that nostalgic warmth you used to associate with christmas. you squeezed his hand lightly and his pout shifted into a smile as quickly as your tears had fallen.

soobin’s smile felt like the sun itself was shining down on you, half of his face was lit by the christmas lights behind you and the other half by the setting sun. 

“thankyou, bin.” you manage to get out and his smile widens.

“don’t thank me, sweetheart.” he strokes your cheek as he speaks, brushing away any residual moisture from your tears.

“don’t tell me what to do.” you try to snap, but it comes out weak as a couple more tears slip down your cheeks, only to be caught by soobin’s waiting hand.

“there you are!” he teases, landing a poke to your cheek as he chuckles at your attempt at your usual stern tone.

“i’m serious, dumbass. i…” soobin’s breath catches as your heart rises up your throat at the words that have been fighting to get out.

“i love you,” soobin rushes out before you can work up the nerve.

“what?” you ask, thrown off by his abrupt interruption. 

“sorry, i didn’t take you out here to tell you this. i just wanted to help you… i know, christmas can be hard for you sometimes and i- but i do. i love you (y/n).” you watch with a fond smile as he rambles, seemingly letting his nerves get the best of him.

“i love you too, dummy.” a pout takes over his face and he leans in close, breath fanning over your face. you lean in to press your lips to his, but in a flash, the hand the was on your cheek is now covering your lips. your eyes cross ever so slightly as you stare his hand down indignantly.

“uh uh, try that again, dummy.” he says, unable to keep the smile off his face despite his firm tone. 

with a roll of your eyes, you grab his hand and move it back to your cheek for him.

“i love you too, bin.” you offer and with an excited nod of confirmation, soobin leans back in, obtrusions long gone and finally presses his lips to your own.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Antonio Barzaghi-Cattaneo (Swiss, 1834-1922) La lettre d'adieu, 1872

[lunavagans]

Just found out that there was someone called Charlotte Corday irl, a figure during the french revolution, and I‘m not too into lop lore yet, but like. She was the daughter of a minor noble family, part of the revolution and sympathizing with the more moderate groups and she murdered someone she believed to be responsible for the september massacres, which is how she got the nickname ‚Angel of Assassination‘. I don‘t exactly see any parallels between her and the Cordays from the game though? Their motivations for killing were different? But could it be that she was the inspo for at least the names?

[bredforloyalty]