Crazy Letter From Archibald Cornwell
My name is Archibald Cornwell.
In a parallel world where Anohito is my uncle Albert, or Mr William Andrew, if you prefer, I get my revenge on the arrogant third-rate high Englishman who, not only stole my Candy but also shattered her heart.
Then in a rave of omnipotence where Miz decided to make him suffer, why I could not make matters worse? How? Well why not send him a letter? The Final Story was full of letters to and from Candy to anyone/everyone. She even wrote one to Anthony whose dead... so why not enter one by Archie? Yes of course, from me, to Terence Granchester, or Graham, or whatever you call him.
And so, I began scribbling. Iíve read that Susan Marlowe was dead, and I'm sure the Mr Arrogant will be tempted to get a pen and paper then write to my beloved.
What about Annie? Oh yes, my pretty Annie. But she was incomparable to Candy -my first true love- the one who stole my heart since I was a teenager, how can I get over her?
Miz might even attempt to tie me to Annie in this farce, thinking she could manage my feelings as she wished. Let her believe so.
Let her believe that I love Annie and that we will live a life of Ďhappily-ever-afterí. Let her plot and weave as she wishes. However, if she decided to devote my Candy to another man, my dear uncle, who am I to get in the way?
You see, Candy has forgotten about Granchester now, and I wanted to make sure that he knows that. What heís about to suffer is nothing compared to mine.
Here it is.
Or should I call you Your Grace? Oh but wait, if I remember correctly, you have already given up your noble origins because you are a rebel. Because you do not want to bend the rules, that you are superior even to everyone else... However, there is even something that you will have to accept surrender, something that you cannot rebel.
Why do I write after so many years? I just wanted to let you know that Candy has moved on. She does not love you anymore. I figured you'd think to contact her, not having read any news regarding her engagement. And so I thought I'd give you the coup de grace.
Let me return the favour, once, you have been the bane of my existence since you have stolen her from under my nose. This time, she will be taken away from you by Albert. Permanently.
Sure, none of us would be the winner. You're right; but the thought that she is no longer yours, or better - that she has ever been, makes up for all the pain and frustration that I felt, the pain that I was subjected to.
You know what most amuses me? Itís imagining the look on your face when you read this letter; see with my eyes open wide as you start the journey to your own suffering.
Thought to you were unforgettable didnít you? Were you hoping sheíd wait forever? Well you do the math with reality.
Finally, I can make you feel what I felt to see her with you. Surely now you shall pass through a hell worse than mine. I challenge you, why donít you contact her?
Life is strange, isnít it? Now that you've gotten rid of that woman who you did not love, the one who you probably have not yet forgotten does not want you anymore. Oh do not lie, I know you havenít forgotten her, she is unforgettable.
Glad to be of service,