Elsie,

[Mark Dashwood]

Elsie,

You don't have to respond to this, but please read it at least.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, for my behavior, my jealousy, everything. You owe me nothing, while I owe you so much.

I didn't want the last correspondence between us to be filled with animosity, I just want to remember the good times we shared.

I still love you, and I do believe that I always will. Please take care of yourself, you deserve every good thing that will come your way.

I just needed to get these things off my chest. I will no longer bother you.

Love,
Mark




P.S: I've sent your favourite flowers as an inadequate parting gift. Don't throw them out.

[Elsie James]

Mark,

You bloody inconsiderate married insufferable bastard. It's taken you practically six months to-

I honestly do hope you and Kate can be happy.

Thank-you for the flowers, they're beautiful.

Love always,
Elsie

[Mark Dashwood]

Happiness is a subjective concept, though, isn't it?

Hope you liked the flowers.


Mark

[Elsie James]

Then, subjectively, I hope you're happy.

I suppose it is.

I liked the flowers, thank-you. They're on the windowsill in the ward.

Elsie.

You're still not forgiven, okay. I can't

[Mark Dashwood]

I suppose I should stop writing you, its just I can't. I love

I'm glad you found a place to put them. I hope they look just as beautiful as you they were when I sent them.

Oh my god what did I just say

Mark

[Elsie James]

This is ridiculous. Why are we

Well, I couldn't exactly leave them on the floor could I?

How am I supposed to know what they looked like when you sent them? I don't know - they look gorgeous, so I presume so. You could always come and check up on them.

Elsie.