Letter 19: Finding The Fire

Poppy,

Today has gone past in a blur. I can't stop thinking about what happened with the ice.

Marcus didn’t just take you from me. Something changed inside me when you died.

I don’t think I can go back to the Willow I was. Willow the friendly horticulturalist. But I don't know who I'm supposed to be becoming.

I wish you were still here Poppy.

Your friend, always

Willow