Gale, despite what Mystra wanted, did not have to blow up in order to stop the Absolute. Nor did he end up getting the crown. All things considered, Gale almost feels very... dull?

Gale was rather quick to move back to Waterdeep. Mostly to throw himself back into studies. Also, mainly, because Gale could not quite bring himself to confess his feelings.

Now, some nights, he does find himself pondering. Especially so when he drinks.

Gale had drafted far too many letters after a few too many drinks. Letters that typically, he'll shove into his drawers to forget about. He swears he'll burn them later. He never does.

"I do find it quite funny, because I... cannot find my wits about me to find a new." Gale murmurs as he writes. He finds his eyes getting glossy. This was a ridiculous letter. Ridiculous to send to a love that never really was.

Oh, but his heart yearns for it.

"I do wonder if these feelings were returned. At some point. Would they still be with you? Yours, sincerely and truly..." Gale hesitates to sign the letter proper.

He folds it and buries it away. Once again, a letter left to be unsent.

Gale feels a fool.