I am out. It has taken me all this time to realise, that rotting between the planks of the stocks, awaiting the hangman's noose is not the way I wanted things to be. A friend of mine, who I find myself to miss now more than ever; told me to make the most of life. That life is what you make it, but I should forget about Abrianna. I cannot, and I will not try any longer.
With Loriandra's help, I broke out. Granted, for the third time since conviction, but this time indefinitely. I am not coming back, not this time. There is too much life left in me, to allow the peasant guards of Bree, to wallow in their celebrations of catching me, Baedwulf. At least, that was my excuse, the one which I used when leaving Lori. Truth be told... I am not right in the head, I am never right, not when she's gone. So I've made up my mind, and I have found her.
Loriandra. She is both kind and cruel. Or is it I, that is cruel? I know not... Alas, she was with me, daily. She fed me, helped me survive. I owe her my life. I care about her, yes. But my priorities are hard set and as harsh as it sounds, she comes nowhere close, to Abrianna. Her ex treated her horrifically, and so met my fist. At least, I found that satisfying. She most likely hates me, but that does not matter, as I do not plan on seeing her again.
Bethlan. At last I know her name. The nosey lass from the inn, whom I was never very kind to. She seemed arrogant, nosey and far too 'stuck up'. Though, after all of my attempts and successful goes at irritating her. She has helped me. I had not the time to thank her. But I am in her debt, whether that is redeemable or not.
Abrianna. Weeks of thought has boiled down to this. It is not the thought of you that is killing me, but the thought of being without you. This is what I want life to be. You are the peice of me that was missing. The gaping hole that left me empty. After all this time, all this work. I have found you and I am alive again.
