As she sat there in front of the stationary tears flooded her eyes.  She didn’t know how she had ended up at this place but she found herself there never-the-less.  She took out the ring she had bought for Roman and ran her finger over the inscription engraved inside it. 

Moonbaby 2011

The Moonbaby part was easy, she knew that in her heart of hearts she would be Moonbaby to him forever, the dates she fought over.  The date they first met? Their first bonding?  Their first date?  How do you narrow it down, how could anything small enough to be inscribe say all the things she needed it to say?  So instead she chose the year, the year that had made her so happy and that would alter her life so much.  It wasn’t all hearts and flowers between them and she didn’t want to dishonor her memory by trying to hide the bad parts behind the good.  Let whatever memories Roman had of her come to him on his own.  Let her just cross his mind somehow ever so often.

She smoothed the tears from the paper and prayed the ink didn’t run as she thanked the sun for the ability to do this privately without Roman feeling her emotions through the bond.  She feared that he wouldn’t understand he would just sense that she was upset and see her tears.  He might over react and not realize that they were happy tears and just her womanly hormones were making her into this weeping mess that sat at the desk before him. 

So glancing at the letter once more she reread her words to him.

My Dearest Roman,

If someone had told me over a year ago you and I would be where we are now I wouldn’t have believed them. The things we have faced and the things we are accomplishing together solidifies my belief that we were destined to be. I’m sure that sounds silly to you but part of you, the part @SheriffNorthman calls ‘The Romantic’ will understand.

So what does one give a vampire on his “ReBirth Day” (I can’t bear to say DeathDay, you are still very much here.) when he has more money than the Catholic Church and buys his own toys on a whim?  The only thing I have worth offering you, my heart, you already have and if I’m honest you’ve had some portion of it from the first time we met.

So to mark this special day for you I present you with this small token that I hope will serve as a reminder that you do own my heart. I know our time together on this earth is finite and limited at best. Don’t argue with this, for even if you stay at my side for my entire life fate will steal me from yours.  At some point down the road of your travels I hope you can take out this ring and remember that some crazy woman you nicknamed Moonbaby once walked beside you and wherever I end up part of my soul will always remain with you.

I have planned a family dinner for a later date. Before you wake I will have left this letter and box for you, taken Abel to stay with his Grandma and I will go to wait for you at a spot that reminds me of ours back in Shreveport. You’ll be able to find me, just follow my heart.

All my love,

Tammy

Folding up the letter she tucked it in it’s envelope, wrote Roman’s name across it and propped it next to him on her pillow as she tucked the ring box in front of it.  She then turned and checked her image in the mirror and gathered up Abel and his things and left the room so she could do just as her letter said.  After she left Grandma and Abel she couldn’t help but hurry to her destination and wish that the sun would somehow set quickly each day but slow down towards the end of their time together.