Letters
- The letters that were never sent -
*Attempt number one*
Annabelle,
*Attempt number two*
Aelin,
I miss
*Attempt number three*
Annabelle Aelin, Anni- Annabelle, Aelin, Belle if I may be so bold.
*Attempt number four*
Aelin,
He left. He left me and I don't know who else to talk to,
*Attempt number five*
Aelin,
Remember when you said that I could just say the word and you'd be in London? Well I want you here because he, he,
*Attempt number six*
Dear A
*Attempt number seven*
My dear
*Attempt number eight*
Belle,
Annie?
Annabelle.
Aelin, we need to work out the logistics of this relation- friendship I haven't the slightest idea how to address you.
*Attempt number nine*
Aelin,
Summer has been, awful. My brother, he, he left. And I need to talk to someone about it. Sorry that it's you, my mother is on the warpath and I can't even leave my room without her yelling at me about how awful my brother is,
I don't even know how I'm meant to be anything other than the perfect son now, and I'm scared they'll do it again, they'll tortur-
*Attempt number ten*
Annabelle,
I miss you. I want you in London. And I want to sit and I don't know drink. You are probably having a grand summer, on your boat, the one that keeps beating you up. I have half a mind to dismantle it for you, I do feel the urge to blow something up, you say it's cathartic after all.
Everything is just on me now, you know? All the expectations and all the attention.
I don't know maybe we could see each other. You're probably busy.
*Attempt Number Eleven*
Aelin,
I'm lonely. I'm half convinced that you'll materialize in my room because of how often you do that at school. That I will look out my window and you'll have found your way to me to save me from my own company.
Sirius left. I get that it's an awful place to live, I do, just, why did he have to leave me too? And I ran into him at the leaky cauldron, and he said something that was so stupid, and I just,
I don't want to be like my parents, I don't want to be like him either, If that makes sense, I just, I want to talk to you. Things are grammatically incoherent when you say them but they make sense.
Why am I even writing this letter if I know I'll never send it,
L- sin- from,
R.A.B.
*Attempt number one*
Black,
I hate the summer. I know you probably think that I love it because it's very on brand for me, but I really I hate it. Mostly it's my sister, and my mum, and my creepy ass stepdad when I stay with them,
Well it sucks.
And my dad is great and all, just he drinks more now since he found out about all my mum's affairs when they were together, and he gets a little, well,
*Attempt number two*
Regulus,
Would it be weird if we just sort of ran into each other in London? I'm there to visit my mum soon, and Bristol is just a bus ride away, and I just,
I need to get away from it all, and I know that you really are like pure blood royalty and everything, sometimes I want to call you majesty,
But that's stupid. Even though you sort of look like a prince.
I can't send you this now.
*Attempt number three*
Majesty,
*Attempt number four*
Black,
I miss you.
There. That's the letter. Pique writing skills.
*Attempt number five*
Black,
I need a laugh, and Claire is in the Caribbean or somewhere fancy, but I am just here. Why am I even pretending you aren't my-
*Attempt number six*
Regulus,
I've decided that time is an illusion. *spooky music* and so is death. That's so insensitive and I would like to apologize on behalf of me. I don't really know what's going on in your life, what if someone's died and you never speak to me again because of it? I'm writing this in the post office in Diagon Alley and the broad next to me just lost her mum. She had a pretty great one from the sounds of it. Not like mine. Or yours I'll bet- that was insensitive as well. Fuck. I can't send this. Dumbledore's giving me a weird look whenever I start again. He's been taking me to Diagon Alley since first year. It's nice. I met him after I burnt down a chur- It was an accident. I swear.
*Attempt number seven (the one that was actually sent)*
Black,
I honestly don't understand why I Dane to pick up a book. Honestly, I get pissed at the main character, why is it that the villains are so glamorous?
It's not exactly inspiring lawful goodness.
I miss you. I feel like everyone needs to hear that once in a while, but I do, I miss you. More than I should probably. I seriously want any excuse to stay in London.
Life's just harder when I'm home. My parents are a little, well they, and my sister is just, you know,
I've decided to start using more obscure stories in my lies, maybe celebrity gossip? Or conspiracy theories, or maybe historical events that seem fake or- I really don't need to make it any easier for you to tell when I'm lying, do I?
Because crazy story, true story, you can always tell.
I went out on a boat and I caught this big ass fish, and I'm trying to think of a name even though, you know he's dead,
Normally I feel this sort of fisherman's guilt when I catch a fish but this particular piece of shit? Regulus, it was like he was Italian. Like he had some sort of vendetta against me.
So, brainstorming names,
1. Arsehole
- descriptive
- accurate
2. Hellfire
- I'm a sucker for descriptive names
- right where this guy came from
3. Devil
- I swear his eyes were read
4. Satan
- I mean, maybe this was my brief encounter with him, I mean really, throw in a pitch fork and horns and it's a dead match.
5. Gil
- Speaks for itself
6. Fin
- Cause, you know, it's a fish.
DO NOT WATCH JAWS I WATCHED IT AND IM NOT OKAY. But if you do watch it, I want to be there. I think it'd be so funny to watch you watch it,
Sincerely,
A.K.A
(Works on multiple levels)