While I received your letter, I am still unsure as to why you sent it. Our last meeting was regrettable at best. I assure you that my reply to your letter does not confess any affection for you; it is simply that, a reply. I will not make the same mistakes again; I am far too old for your silly games.
Your letter stated that you were in fact dying, if this is the case I am sorry that you will meet your maker without any chance for redemption. However, if this is yet another one of your infamous practical jokes, I wouldn’t be surprised. When you broke off our engagement long ago, you had your brother write me a letter stating that you had died from a strange illness. It was not until many years later that I found out from a friend that you did in fact marry. You did indeed marry, and several times I hear. I do suppose they found out what a fraud you were, and left you without so much as farewell note. I pray to the heaven’s that you were not gifted children, they would suffer at your hand. A selfish man could never really be a father.
You have asked me to visit your bedside in your time of need and cry tears of affection for you, but I have no more tears to offer you. I have already said goodbye to you Henry Wood, to me you have been dead an eternity. I cried when your brother brought me the letter of your demise. I spent years wishing I had kept you well, and away from the clutches of terrible illness, but your illness is vanity. You love yourself and only yourself. I should have known that, but I was young and easily manipulated by you. How could you take advantage of someone so young? Tell her you loved her, that she was beautiful, that she was your other half. How much of all that had been a lie? I shudder at the thought of your touch. I wish I could remove the stain that your love left upon me. You ruined me Henry. I had to leave town, a disgraced woman is not offered a great life.
You boast that you have made a fortune over the years, and that you would share it with me, if I would share your bed one final time. I am not your whore Henry Adam Wood, and I have never been. Your money is of no interest to me. I hope you die alone. That your flame extinguishes like it had never burned at all. I will spit on your grave and dance above it in celebration. Your funeral will be as vacant as your heart I fear.
The best I can do dear Henry is wish you a good death. May it come quickly so that you can do no further harm. This world has enough scoundrels, one less will not be missed I assure you. I can promise you that in recent years I have not thought of you, not even once. After you are gone, life will resume and I will forget you once more. I will go to heaven eventually with a clean conscience and know that I will not find you there.
Good riddance, Goodbye,
So, Marke made a very good point about my previous template. Letterbox presentation is usually something reserved for home-viewing and that does take some power out of the "theater'-esque feeling of the collab's images.
So I've revised my template!
New and improved.
REMINDER: THE YELLOW BORDER IS ONLY FOR TEXT SAFETY, NOT IMAGE
1 Acoustic GTR
2 Electric GTR A
3 Electric GTR B
4 Electric PIANO
6 Intro GTR - OD GTR
8 Space Echo
10 Drum Machine