"Okay, let's get down to business."
She sat in front of the desk. The cozy fire crackled in the fireplace. She was wearing a comfortable robe. Her chamomile tea with a lot of honey and a mound of blueberries rested beside the desk. Her first form of food in quite some time. She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and lowered it to the parchment.
Dear Me,
I apologize. I apologize deeply for the years of
She lifted the pen from the parchment, shaking her head, "That just looks like it will be weird to read in a mirror."
She crumpled up the paper and threw it into the fire. Then she took out a new parchment, dipped the pen in more ink, and...
Dear Tacita
"Wait, I don't even go by that name anymore."
She tossed the parchment into the fire.
Dear Eira,
I'm sorry. I have been rough on you, too rough. I
"Ugh! Something is just wrong with that!"
Into the fire it went.
Dear Eira,
Eira, Tacita, whoever I am you is ah!
The crumpled paper ball missed the fire, bouncing off the fireplace and alerting the sleeping cat on the bed.
Dear self,
Hello, you recognize me well, for I am you. And who am I? Yourself. And as yourself, I am here to inform you that I suck at apology letters. The end!
On and on the letter writing went. Some parchments flew into the fire, most bounced off of walls and onto the floor. Obsidian the kitten lept down from the bed and started batting a wad of paper around like a toy while another ball of parchment flew over her head.
Dear Egfor,
I apologize for being unable to write a cohesive apology letter to myself.
That one managed to fly into a flower vase.
The fire began to dwindle, the tea and blueberries were left untouched. The girl gripped her pen in frustration, she was hunkered over the desk.
After yet another crumpled parchment was thrown, she leaned back in her seat. The question finally engulfed her.
"What am I doing wrong?"
Obsidian, who was cleaning herself in a lounge of paper, had no response.
