Monday, 11 July 1910
Hey, I don't know how to honour you properly, so I wrote this to your grave and spread it around just in case you are still alive. I remembered the first time we met when I made my escape from the prison. I can't even remember why I’m there, or who I am, but you are there. When you asked for my help to fight those ZPCIs, I didn’t hesitate, because I know that you’re the only one I can trust. We made it through and headed north because you said there might be a clue about us.
Thursday, 20 May 1937
It’s been a long time since I wrote again. I don’t want to remember you but your voice echoed in my nightmares. Do you remember when we met Baron Brixius, and he offered his hospitality? His eerie voice still gave me chills, his claim that our kind should be a slave terrifies me until today. I wonder what will happen if we give in ourselves to him.
Saturday, 19 February 1938
I can’t believe I still write to your grave, even after you left me. You said that breaching the ZPCI facility is our only answer to our existence. “To them, we're vermin. We're monsters. Now we can either be alive monsters or dead monsters. You choose”, was your last word before sneaking in and never made it back. I waited and waited, but you did not come back. I should have waited longer, right Veradux? I know you’re still alive somewhere out there. I wish I am wrong, so I can continue my life without you peacefully…
Sunday, 7 May 1950
I do try to find out whether you are still alive or not. Since ZPCI was dissolved, I managed to get a hand on our files. I finally found out that we are mutants, a failed experiment to create a series of strains that can produce better superhuman offspring... I looked further into your files, and it seems that ZPCI reported that you escaped the facility. Are you still alive? How can I reach you? I can only send letters to random places, to look for you.
Tuesday, 20 September 1966
Now that we are at the end of our life, I just wish to meet you again. From the letters that I spread around, nobody replied, as I expected but I don’t want to give up. I am in vain searching for my one and only friend and kin that I know. I hope that you are doing the same.
I felt a tap on my shoulder as I put the letter to Veradux’s grave. For the first time in forever, I smiled.
Edited by: Sue Addrina
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