I don’t know why I’m writing to you or why I should, but I am. I promised myself that I wouldn’t waste my time by thinking about you or contacting you, but I found a picture of us taken not long after you asked me to marry you. We were both so young and innocent then. It’s hard to believe the two people in the photograph is us after all that has happened.
I guess the old picture exhumed things I thought were dead and buried.
It was better to think you were dead and it is to know that you are still alive. I wish you would’ve stayed dead.
I do not know why, but at odd moments I find myself trying to figure out the real reason why you decided to take a swipe at me. I know you said it was because you didn’t like me, but I suspect there is more. You wouldn’t have seemingly sacrificed yourself to save me if you truly did not like me, although that was years ago and I accept the fact that things could’ve changed since then.
I do not know what caused you to harbor such animosity toward me, nor do I really care. I am satisfied with the knowledge of you sitting in a jail cell and will be there for the rest of your misbegotten life. I do not regret putting you there and I never will regret it.
I would return your wedding ring to you if it were not sitting at the bottom of the East River. I had held on to it for decades, a reminder of the man I once loved, but there is no meaning left in it anymore. I realize that I was foolish for loving you and foolish for holding on to your memory for so long.
I take pleasure knowing that while you’re sitting in that jail cell and rotting away as you turn old and gray, I have my freedom and do not look a day older than I did when we were together. Yes, it’s a little vain, but I am allowed that measure of vanity.
If by chance you do manage to gain your freedom and you decide to take another swipe at me, I promise you, Alexi, I will kill you without hesitation.
Fandom: Marvel Comics