Chapter 4: Half Full or Half Empty
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It has been three long months since I wrote that letter to Max telling her that she could come back. Each day seems to go by slower than the previous, but I know that it is well worth it, because soon, soon, I will be able to hold her in my arms and breathe in her intoxicating scent.
I have tiredly been working on the best possible way to get her home, and it has taken me this long to do just that. I want to keep writing her letters, but there is no longer a need to. Once she receives this last letter from me, she will be on her way home. She�ll be on her way to me.
My love,
Finally the day has come. I have been checking everyday, and it appears that the threat of a search for you and your siblings has been called off. The new directors of Manticore have deemed it a lost cause that should be terminated as soon as possible. I have been in contact with a few of your siblings and they have all returned to their cities. It is time for you to do the same love, because there are people waiting for you. I am waiting for you. And so, as soon as you get this letter, get to the airport just outside of Tokyo. I know that it will take you a few days to get there, but when you do, there is a one-way, first class ticket to Seattle waiting for you. It is under the name Max Cale. This is because I hope that you will keep this name forever. Marry me Max. This past year has been unbearable without you, and I need you in my life forever. I anxiously await your return, and your answer.
Until tomorrow my love,
Logan.
I walk along the lonely streets of Seattle, only now they don�t feel as lonely. My reason for being will soon be back in my arms. I walk into the post office, and leave with a smile on my face. As I head back to my apartment, my mood suddenly shifts, as does the weather. The sun that had been shining so brightly begins to hide behind the quickly forming clouds. As I look up, my glasses are splashed with droplets of water, and I can feel my eyes underneath my spectacles begin to fill with water as well. For all of my joy, I have overlooked one simple flaw in my bliss. Max may not even be reading my letters, and thus will never come back to Seattle. She�ll never come back to her home. She�ll never come back to me. I lean against the wall of my castle, and realize for the first time since she left, that there is a chance I may never see her again.
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