Querida, [Torie]

I hope you are okay.

Sorry if this is a little bit choppy. I am not good at writing in English. Caroline helps me out with spelling sometimes.

Our parents were attacked by rioters. We had to go see them.

I hate to leave you, especially with Renata around. I ask Jaime to watch your back.

I will try to write more after I speak with the police. I want to find out who did this.

Te quiero muchisimo. Que estes segura y contenta.

-Emilio

Emilio,
I hope everything down there is going alright. How are your parents? How is Caroline holding up?

Please don’t worry about me so much. It’s only going to make your time down there worse. Nothing bad will happen to me while I’m at Foresta. So far I have Jaime and Clara watching my back; we might as well as hired some body guards while we were at it Y.

I love you. Please don’t go looking for whoever did this. Stay safe, okay?
~ Amorina

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Querida,

Caroline is worried about her father. The police say that he intervened on our mother's behalf. When I left the hospital this afternoon, he was still in the ICU.

I am glad you are not alone. We will be back as soon as we can.

I will not go after the culprits, but that will not stop me from trying to help the police.

I miss you dearly. Te quiero, Bonita.

-Emilio

Emilio,

Goodness, I wish I could be there to help. Do you ever get that feeling there are so many things you should be doing in the world, knowing you can’t do any of them? It’s a feeling that makes you feel very small compared to the world. I’ll say a prayer just for you and your family tonight.

Honey, you can lead the man-hunt for those bastards, just make sure you come back to me. Nothing in the world would shine again if you weren’t in it.

So, I figured I’d write a little bit about what’s been going on here at Foresta. I don’t know if it’s because classes are about to start, but there are a lot more children in my office than usual. One little girl had her knee pop out of place, one boy cut his hand on something (and I gave my first pair of stitches here! I was very proud of myself for not messing up), and another girl had a chunk of her leg bitten or something… I try not to ask too many questions, just enough. Other than that, things have been quiet. Clara… hm. Well, she won’t tell me what happened, but something big must have happened because she’s definitely changed. I haven’t decided if it’s good or not yet, but I’ll let you know when I do.

Words could never express how much I miss you. At least this time we’re keeping in touch!

I love you so very much.

~Amorina.


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Querida,

Sometimes, I do, but I try to keep my focus on those who matter to me. My mother say that it is a selfish way to look at things, but I tell her that I can be a very selfish man. Not everybody can save the world.

I started on their trail, but there is something weird. I can not explain, but it is there. I let you know when I figure it out.

A chunk of her leg? Wow. If you need help, Jaime might be useful. He has some healing ability. Just talk to him. Don't wear yourself out, okay?

I hope Clara is alright.

Te quiero. I will write again tomorrow.

-Emilio

Emilio,

Be careful looking for these people. You know you’re going to end up seeing a vision and figuring it out J Since I’m not there, hopefully it won’t be at an inconvenient time.

Jaime, really? I had no idea. I’ll definitely ask him! It’d be so much better to just have somebody heal these kids rather than have to stitch them up and give them all kinds of shots just to keep them from infection… It’s just so tedious. Oh, I almost forgot! The girl with the chunk out of her leg? Well one of her little friends decided it’d be a good idea to come visit her at one in the morning. Scared the life out of me. Don’t these kids know any better? It’s a good thing I don’t have a very dangerous power. I’m too jumpy for it, I suppose.

Clara seems calmer now. Before, she used to want to fight everyone and everything for looking at her the wrong way. Now it’s like she’s…timid, I suppose. She still hasn’t told me what’s happened, though. I’ll get it out of her one of these days.

I love you.

~Amorina

Querida:

Sorry I did not write yesterday. Found something, as you said. Vision was a small one, but enough. Caroline's father woke up.

We are coming back to the island. I will find you when I return.

Te quiero muchisimo. Stay safe. Do not wear yourself out and give those students a piece of your mind.

-Emilio

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Querida:

There is so much to say, but English is a border barrier once again.

I love you. I will always love you. I am sorry that I couldn't tell you more when I am still alive we had time. Even as I write this, I am looking at you, and it is difficult.

My visions are more real literal these days. I know what is going to come and I know there is no way to change it. Each time I move, it is closer to the future I am seeing. There are so many things I want to do, but there is no time left.

This is not why I write. I have seen our daughter. She is beautiful. Do not dwell on the bad things. You deserve better. She does too.


She must be protected. I see malhechos all around, closing in. I can't see more distinctly, but I know there is something coming for you and I cannot protect you from where I will be. Call on my sister and my brother. They will help. You will never be alone.



This letter will get lost. It will reach you late. I hope not too late. Be careful, mi amor.

Te quiero. I love you. I cannot write this enough.

Be safe.

-Emilio




Hijita:

You are not born yet. I love you already even though I will never meet you.

I cherish you and your mother more than I can express.

I don't know what to write. I just want you to know that you are special, and amazing. I am sorry we will never get to do all of the things that fathers and daughters do, but know that I did not die to escape being your father. I did not run away from you or your mother.

Being your father is the greatest honor that I could have ever called my own.

Live well, Hija. Be good, but enjoy life too. Te quiero.

Tu Papa

Emilio,

I don’t know why I decided to write today. It’s almost been a year since you the incident. I can’t even write the words. Thinking about it still brings me to tears. Does that make me weak? I don’t know. Probably. If, somehow, you’re in some afterlife and are able to read this and see me, I’m sorry. I’ve turned quite pathetic on you. Everything is a struggle. Work, being around people, eating, living in general, it’s all just so much now. Life should never feel like this, as if waking up every day is an obstacle. Please don’t think I’ve decided to give up; no, I don’t think I’d be able to disappoint you like that. Plus, there is one glorious part to all of this.

Our daughter. She’s absolutely perfect, Emilio. Her name is Rosalie Emilia. She has your last name, of course. I wish I could describe her to you better, but words escape me. She’s just perfect. There’s no question who her father is; she is as dark and beautiful as you. It almost hurts to look at her. All I can see in her is you, and then I’ll catch her staring up at me through her little curls with those large blue eyes and I can see my nose peeking out at me and I just revel in this perfect little person we created. She is ours, Emilio.

Your brother and sister have been wonderful to me. Our niece and nephew (twins!) are absolutely adorable. Tobias came back. I know you didn’t like him, and I don’t know if perhaps that’s changed in the afterlife (or whatever goes on after..life…), but he’s a good father to them. I think Caroline and him are doing well, but I try not to pry. Whenever she wants to talk, I’m more than happy to be there, but I don’t want to butt into business that isn’t mine. I really couldn’t have asked for more supportive, understanding people than your siblings. I love them so much for all they’ve done for Rosalie and me.

Jaime has taken to checking on me more often. As much as I truly appreciate it, I feel terribly guilty. He should be out wooing women and out having fun with other people, not stuck in the apartments making sure nothing happens to me or Rosalie. Don’t get me wrong; my nerves are constantly on edge and the thought of leaving her anywhere just makes me sick. It’s just… He reminds me so much of you. The fact that you both look so similar is awful. I find myself fighting back tears more when he’s around rather than when I’m alone. I could never dream of actually telling him not to visit us. He’s become a part of our lives, just like Caroline and the babies have. He’s our family. He’s Rosalie’s uncle, and I want both of them in our lives. I just hope and pray that I’ll stop seeing you in him.

I see you everywhere. Not like ‘Oh who’s that guy over there, is that Emilio?’ I’m not crazy, just depressed. No, I catch a certain shade of sun set and am transported back to Leo’s. I hear a note of music and can almost feel you behind me, hand out, asking me to dance. I think my biggest regret, since your passing, was not getting more videos of us when we had the chance. Of all the pictures I’d taken, you would have thought I’d have taken more than one video. It’s so much better than nothing, though. I love being able to hear your voice, watch you smile and laugh. Whenever I feel the worst, and I really need something to make me feel better, I watch that video. It was from the week before the incident.

I miss you more and more every day. Looking at our daughter, all I want to do is watch you hold her, rock her to sleep, whisper little lullabies to her in Spanish (lord knows I can’t). I wish you could be here to experience this with me. You would be such a marvelous father to our baby girl. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. I love you just as much as I ever have. I love you. I love you.

Love,
Amorina

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