Surprise! I'm back. Sorry I've been away so long, I've had absolutely no ideas whatsoever, at least not for the fandoms I usually write for. Anyway, this has been sitting in my drafts for AGES and I finally got around to finishing it recently. I hope you all enjoy it!

Prompt: littera scripta manet (the written letter lasts)

The boxes from London had finally arrived. Annie was in her new room with Hallie unpacking her stuff, and Elizabeth and Nick were sitting on the bed in their room unpacking Elizabeth's stuff.

"Oh my goodness," Elizabeth said with a small smile, holding up a picture of a three year old Annie who was wearing a pink dress and her hair was in pigtails.

"Awww, look at her, she was so cute," Nick responded. "What was Annie like as a kid?"

"She was quiet. She preferred to sit in a corner and read rather than run around with the other kids. What was Hallie like?"

Nick smiled.

"She had so much energy, still does. Some days it was a battle just to get her dressed because she was running around the house in her pyjamas," he laughed.

Elizabeth smiled, but Nick didn't catch the hint of pain in her eyes. They continued unpacking the boxes until Nick found an envelope with his name on it.

"Lizzie?" He asked, prompting her to look at him. "What's this?"

"It's nothing," she whispered, avoiding his eyes.

He grew concerned and knelt down in front of her, stroking her knee, seeing that there were tears in her eyes.

"It's okay," he told her quietly.

She shook her head and dissolved into tears. He got up and wrapped his arms around her as she shook with sobs.

"Oh, Lizzie," he whispered, stroking her hair and rubbing her back.

"Read it, if you want," she sniffed once her sobbing had subsided.

"I don't want to do anything that'll make you uncomfortable," he whispered.

"I want you to read it," she said, lifting her head up and looking into his eyes.

"You're sure?" He asked, and she nodded.

11th October 1987

Dear Nick,

We've made it a year. A year of being separated. A year of not seeing each other when we wake up in the morning. A year of not looking deep into each other's eyes whenever we make eye contact.

I'm starting to ask myself whether I did the right thing filing for divorce. We hadn't been married very long, so maybe it was just our relationship growing? I don't know. What I do know, however, is this: I wish I could go back, and tell myself what I know now, but I can't.

The truth is, I was wrong. I was terribly, terribly wrong, and I will never be able to apologise to you for everything that happened. I didn't deserve you. If there's anything that I've learnt in the past year, it's that. You were too good for me. I hope that our daughters grow up to be just as good as you are, because they would be incredibly lucky to be like you.

So, since you will never read this, I'll just say this: I love you. I still love you. I will always love you, no matter what, and I'm sorry for everything I said and everything I did. I hope that you find happiness, I really do. You deserve it.


Nick looked up at her, shock and sadness in his eyes. He didn't know that his soon-to-be wife had been in this much pain after they'd separated, and it broke his heart. He hugged her again, and held onto her as tears rolled down both of their cheeks.

"You do deserve me," he whispered. "And I've found happiness. I've found the happiness I deserve. It's you, Lizzie. It's always been you."

Thank you so so so much for reading x.