Dear Tora,

I wrote you a letter, Tora

But I did not think you'd see it

Heard the news spread across the table

Never was one to bite my own cheek

They had hold of you, sweet

I'd not held you in weeks

I thought you were coming back, Tora

They could not hear me cry

Alone, back in Rye

Were you angry with me, sweet?

Thoughts of you, I couldn't sleep

My letter had said

All the wrong things

Tora, do you remember running down my street?

It had been so dark, we cursed the Gods

Had I been yours, Tora?

Had this been ours?

Do you feel the same?

Do you feel any pain?

Would you come back changed?

Covered in wolf bites

No, I shouldn't say

You were only supposed to be there a day

Tell me, Tora, are you still afraid?

From Angelina.