By tiamat_4@hotmail.com Date: 9 June 1998
He mentioned a greater fear than most people would ever realize about him. The horrendous spell of loneliness. The one thing he feared the most. Erryn had the same fears. After a while, she noticed how much she lit up his life just by being there for him. What beauty in this life could never be destroyed by any power prone to do such deeds. As long as Dante and Erryn were together, nothing could harm either one of them.
Erryn took a terrible loss, and watched as the great bond between Dante and herself slowly fell apart. When he was so afraid of being alone, the peak of his fears, Erryn assured Dante she would never leave him to stir in his phobic insanity. The only thing that kept him from losing it was her. Just as he needed someone to love and help him see clearly, so did she. Their love affair spanned over the course of 30 days.
After the 30th day, Dante returned Erryn's things and separated himself from her, leaving her to stir within her personal insanity. All she had left was a photograph, the only documented proof of their happiness, taken during the yuletide season. She knew she should have forgotten him, but in her mind, love can never die as quickly as that.
Four months later, still loving him as she did when they were together, she met him once again, at one of his performances, not knowing that they would meet for certain. This time he wore another as a closely intimate involvement. He knew he drove her to her spiteful anger, remorsed the action. Hoping she would not stir within discontent, during his performance, he could not detach his eyes from hers at that tearful distance.
With his significant other, she could see that Dante then lacked in the happiness that was sufficient within him, when they were together. Still considerate, she encouraged and supported him with kind words in reference to his doubt of performance, before the show. After the show, she could not stand to sit still any longer, and left.
His guilt was present upon his face when he could not turn from staring in her general direction. After gaining rationality, she send a letter to her love, as a last effort. She was later informed that he seemed happy to be reading such a clear and consise statement from her, lacking in the anger that she truly felt towards him. She expected some kind of response, but heard nothing.
So it is true that there is always somebody who will never be able to figure out what makes themselves tick. Erryn knew Dante better than most wives know their husbands. In her, Dante had a woman who would always love, encourage, support, and understand him. On top of that, she made him the happiest he had ever been. He never did figure out what he really needed. He always created sorrow out of something good, and this is why he could never figure out the answer to his loneliness, though it was always there, wrapped around his neck. The only thing he had, left of the memory of her, was a silver rope chain necklace, a symbol of her love for him.
The worst thing about this entire scenario is that Erryn...is me.