Elias; I’ve left the Phantomhive manor. Whether this is a temporary thing or not, I do not know. Skye told me to leave, and I have. I can’t stand seeing him mad, upset or angry with me. Things haven’t been the same between us since Nameless left him, and with his son passing away due to the events of the recent fire. He’s coping bad, and I just wish I could comfort him, and try and make him feel even a tiny bit better, but I can’t. I’m shouted at. I’ve been told to die, leave and not come back. I’m giving Skye a week to think about what he said. I’ll admit, he does change his mind often, which is why I haven’t left for the next town already. I think I may do work in Cambridge, then off to Norwich, then Leicester and Nottingham. I have a bit of money to get me out of London now, and I’m looking forward to getting out of this place... But I don’t want to leave Skye, even if he wants me gone. If me being away makes him happier, then I’ll do it. His happiness is most important. I must remember this.

Skye needs to know that even though it feels as if the world is over, it isn’t. Life is only as bad and as dark as you make it. I never came from a good background. My mother always taught me to think of a better future and try and make it a reality. You can choose to keep living in darkness, or you can struggle and find the light at the end of the road. I did. Always. I’ve come out on top. I reached that happy place, kind of. If it slips away, I catch it again. It’s easier than you think. I was born on the streets, I used to steal from people to try and keep myself alive. I thought I’d be doing that forever. Mother got sick, and unfortunately passed away. As upset and distraught as I was, I kept going, for her sake. Trying to prove that I can make her proud. Get somewhere in life.

I get caught and taken in by Lord Trancy, and along with those other boys, we were used sexually. This was not what I wanted for myself. The other boys, stayed in the dark. They saw no future for themselves. I wouldn’t be like that, I had to keep going. I wasn’t giving in to some dirty old man. Every time I got called upon by Trancy, I’d put up a fight. I wouldn’t be beaten and broken like the others who had given up. I have the scars to prove for my courage of trying to stand up for myself. It seems another boy also didn’t want to have his life end in this disgusting place. When Trancy died, Alois let the remaining boys go. So I came to be back on the streets again. But instead of stealing from others, I decided to look around for somewhere to work, in exchange for a place to stay, and a little food. Eventually the search paid off, and I was given a chance to work in bakery by a lovely lady called Nancy. I adored her, really. She taught me how to bake after I had finished my jobs of sweeping floors, cleaning cooking equipment and collecting flour from across town. Already, life was looking better for me. I stayed with her for quite some time, saving the little money I was given. Nancy got married to a man I did not get along well with. He was vile and cruel. This made life at the bakery a little... difficult. Life continued to favour me. He went missing and turned up dead. Murdered. Nancy was a wreck. The business was failing because she couldn’t find the inner strength to work. I tried to take her place, but it was difficult. I wasn’t as experienced. A few months passed and the place had to be shut down. I was sad to see it go, but I couldn’t hang around. I took the money I had saved, and went to pay Alois a visit. I knew he was still staying at the Trancy Mansion and that wasn’t too far away for me to travel. I would give him personal thanks for letting us go back in the past. Alois, kindly let me stay with him for a while, provided I helped out a little. I was more than happy to help. It was when I was living with Alois that I met Skye. I moved from living with Alois, to staying with Skye. For someone who was born to a single parent in the most dirtiest part of London’s streets, to living in a grand manor with the most dearest person to me, I’ll say I have done well for myself. Wouldn’t you say so?

But now, I’m in this hotel, and I can feel Skye slipping away. For the first time ever, I don’t want to continue on, but I have to. I won’t forget about him. If leaving makes him happy, so be it. I can be glad I’ve made him better by leaving. I’ve got to keep going, find the next happy point in my life. It’ll come. If you wish for it, it’ll be there. Don’t give up. Life will always get better, you just have to let it.

Stay strong, Princess. Don’t ever make me regret leaving you. I don’t want to believe me going away was a bad choice. I did this for you, because you asked me to.