Thursday Night - San Francisco - E-Mail To A Friend

[sleepswthdemons]

Marie,

This was never a letter I thought I would ever write, but I just can't do this. Not without him.

Cole's gone, Marie. Dead.

He was tricked by the Seer into becoming the host of the Source and my sisters and I had to vanquish him. Again. Only this time, he is completely gone. I have gone to the Wastelands over and over again, trying to find him and bring him home. However, he's not there. There is no trace of him anywhere. He's dead for good this time and I wasn't able to save him.

I failed him.

After I was forced to kill Cole, I lost our baby. The Seer... The Seer stole him from me. It's a long story on how she was able to do that, but the short of it is that she stole him and tried to kill me and my sisters. When she tapped into the unborn baby's powers to kill us, he ended up killing her -- and was gone.

Grams. Prue. Cole. Our baby.

They're all dead, Marie. All of them.

I've tried. I've tried to keep going, but I just can't do this any longer. Cole was the other half of my soul and he was my heart. He was my world, Marie, and now my world is gone. It's too much and it's too hard.

If I may, I have one last favour to ask of you, my friend. Please take care of Piper? This is going to hurt her and she just won't be able to understand why I couldn't keep going. She's always been the strongest of all of us.

I'm sorry.

Love,
Phoebe





[[OOC: For Marie]]

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[reformed-rogue.livejournal.com]

An hour or so after sending the email, Phoebe received a reply.

Phoebe,

Attached is an electronic plane ticket. It's a flight that leaves San Francisco tomorrow night and arrives in Louisiana early Saturday morning. I'm living in a small town outside of New Orleans now. Dad and Papa Phale are here. So are some other familiar faces, including the third member of our trio.

We want to help you through this. We love you. If you aren't on that plane, I will send Papa Phale after you.

See you soon.

Love,
Marie