To put all this only in a letter is cowardly, I know, but I can do it no other way. I cannot risk seeing you. The danger would be too great.
I know that you have told me that I would never hurt you, but I know that this is not true. It is mere hope – foolish, baseless hope. Ever since the expedition, I have known that this darkness would consume me. It eats away even as I write these words, begging to be free. Sometimes, I see the shadows move.
I do not know what it is or what it wants. I do not know how to control it or cage it. I only know that it is coming and I cannot risk it having you, so I must go away, as far as I can.
Please do not come after me.
Word Count: 145
This is for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Louise for providing the prompt photo!