I no longer hear his sweet words from the night on the balcony. It is all just a flash of memory. Cyrano lived through the battle. i continued to keep the farewell letter near my heart.
Cyrano had continued to visit me but is growing old and ill. I met with him under a tree. not knowing that would be the last. He read the goodbye letter. In the voice a remember from the balcony. It had all become clear. All I had known was wrong.
I know everything all along it was Cyrano's soul bleeding from Christian's beautiful shell. my life had been a lie i wasn't in love with the man I thought I was it was all staged I had been in love with Cyrano all along. I was confused and hurt Cyrano had lied a beautiful lie an had me convinced Christians soul was his own while all along it was Cyrano being the brain of the operation. Now, 15 years have passed all the while thinking the loving words had died with my husband was wrong Cyrano had been here all along. Lies.
As my dear Cyrano became delirious and fading into death he fought off "enemies" and feel back into Le bret. I kissed his forehead once more and asked what he shall take to heaven he replied " My white Plume." now i am alone lost both my husband and the true soul o love, Cyrano. i have live a life not commonly lived. lies, and love filled each corner now i know all truth an have felt all love, and loss.
now i am left with grief.
XO for the final time,
Roxane... De Bergerac