The beginning (part 2)

Well, I said I'd make a second part to this bulletin, so, well, more sad history things upcoming :)

Also, this one has a song along with it, because I like this song and it somewhat fits the bulletin (yes, I changed it, because this one fits this bulletin a lot better than the other one did):

April 16, 2080

Dear Lily Aquilla,

Well, I never thought I'd see this day come.

Here you are now, giving it all up again for this nation.

I don't know- I thought peace would be ensured, somehow, after the revolution ended. We all lost so much. Homes burned to the ground, families were shattered -- and it was a million times worse for you, wasn't it?

Those days were terrifying, even when I was in hiding. I would look at the news and see even more about how stuff was falling apart and things weren't going great for either side, and I worried for the people who were fighting out there. And I can't imagine how it would have been to lead that movement, knowing that all the horrors of war would bring about a new day, a nation risen from the ashes.

I was relieved when it was over. I can't believe that this is happening again.

I can't believe that you have to leave now, despite how hard you fought.

I don't know what to say -- why are the best people forced to give up everything to save the others?

I guess I can't ever really send this letter, can I? I don't even know if we'll see each other again. But stay safe. I hope, more than anything, that there will be a day where we reunite in a rebuilt Arcadia, a day where we walk through the gardens once more, when everything is okay again.

It's been two days and I miss you already.

- Cressida Arpina

December 21, 2080

Dear Lily Aquilla,

I don't even know why I'm writing anymore... but I can't even fathom the fact that all this has happened. I guess it's been a while since we saw each other, and I guess I'm writing more to myself than to you, considering that you're-

Never mind. I can't do this right now.

I might become the President, Lily. Exciting, right? I don't know. I'm a bit scared. What if the people hate me? What if something goes wrong? What if another war begins?

Your sister's going to be the Vice President if I win. She's going to do great. I was talking to her the other day about all those months we spent together when we were taking shelter from the war, and I think she's going to be a great Vice President.

That is, if she chooses to remain in the election with me. But, well, I think she will. The moment she heard the news, she began with wanting revenge, but more than that, she wants to honor what you fought for back in the War of Liberation. She wants it more than anything.

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I guess it helps to pretend that you're still here, even if these letters aren't going anywhere. Just the act of writing them like we used to, back during the war -- at least that's something, right?

- Cressida Arpina

 January 13, 2081

Dear Lily Aquilla,

Wow. Twenty-five years for you, and one more day for me. It feels strange to not have you here, just enjoying these two days together.

Remember how we used to joke about us secretly being twins separated at birth back when we were kids? Back before the war? When we used to just lay there on the snowy ground and look up at the Northern Lights in wonder?

I'd give anything to get those moments back.

We've known each other for twenty years now. Nineteen, if you're not counting this one.

... Sometimes it feels like we all betrayed you by not finding another way...

- Cressida Arpina

Well, I made it even more sad than the first one for whatever reason. I apologize if any part of this bulletin is cringe or weird in any way -- I was just bored and decided to make a second part for no reason whatsoever.