Please, for the love of all that is holy, refer to me only as Cesario. I lack in honesty for the good of Olivia. My twin brother is missing; so would it really matter to him if I assumed his person to help Olivia, with whom I share such common angst? My heart aches for you oh brother! May my lies serve to heal my wounds at your loss and help heal those of the only other person whom I know living the same hell.
I have chosen pink as the background color in order to abide by the gender roles of the time. I am a gentle lady and I relate to the softness of the light color. But, as I also assume the role of a male, I have chosen to make the font be black. It is after all the color of my guilt at upholding the lie of my identity, the color of the mourning I feel for my brother and the opposite of the fragility of rose.
I vow to be honest in my writing here, but in return, I would ask for your vow to keep it secret. My goal to be present for Olivia's mourning can not be overshadowed by my true identity.
Sincerely yours,
Viola
