I've lied to you. I'm still waiting for your return.

My parents and my daughter think I'm crazy. Maybe I am, because I'm still in love with you.

It's been twelve years. You did an excellent job of covering me up: the world does not know I exist. However, did you plan for the same thing to happen to yourself?

I had not known I was with child until after I had left Banora. Sometimes I wish I could have told you, but I am always reminded of the last time I saw Angeal. The child would have been around five at the time. Then, I am glad we are still hidden.

Our daughter's name is Genevieve. On one hand I think the name was to spite you, on the other to remember you. Her auburn hair curls when it is allowed to grow long, so she likes to keep it at chin length. Gen is at the stage where she cannot decide on dresses with lace, or short red leather jackets.

I've told her what I can, what I know of you. This way if the Turks ever do come around, perhaps she will not walk to them with open arms.

But, I am proud to know that I've never seen a dark suited figure watching us from a corner. You would have thought it funny, that the only child of the original "trio" has been kept completely out of Shinra's line of sight.

I have nothing to say about me, except I'm still writing letters I'll never send. I've become the role of the girl in Loveless. Her lover had left her, never to return. I will live out the rest of my days, alone. But not quite, for I still have my daughter. They never mentioned if the girl in Loveless had any comfort such as that.

Lacey looked over the letter, then shredded it as the others before. Her household held no evidence of who she had been.

*.*

Except for the little red book she kept in a locked jewelry chest.

Word Count: 345

Title: Letters I've Written, Never Meaning to Send