Chapter 1
Dear John,
I don't know why I'm writing to you. You don't deserve any of my words. But ever since you left, the loneliness has consumed me.
God, I sound like the main character one of those texts that we used to analyse in the professors class. I'm not sure why I'm writing like this, when in fact I'm only a seventeen year old boy. So are you.
Nobody except for the people at the mansion know that your with Erik. There still time for you to come home, so please. Come back.
The rooms feels so empty and hollow without you. All of us, kitty, Piotr, jubilee, rogue and me miss you. Everyone still bundles into our room for chatting and stuff, but it's never the same. It won't ever be the same, unless you come home.
Please.
The professor noticed it, and by that I mean he must've read my mind. I'm writing this letter to a mutant whose mutation is finding other mutants (that was hard to write) just so you know nobody knows where you are.
I don't know why I'm writing. If I write anymore, I'm sure I will repeat what I have said. I feel like I'm from 200 years ago, as letters as my only communication.
Anyways, I know you won't reply. But I hope you do.
- Bobby
p.s: they still call your name out on the register. I don't think they'll ever remove it.
p.s.s : if money/location/fear is the issue, I officially have my divers license, so I could always drive up there. And if you're scared of leaving magneto, I'll get the team with me to get you home. We care about you, John.
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Dear John,
It's been three weeks since I sent the last letter. Caliban (the mutant finder) told me he gave it to you, face to face, around a week after I sent it. You've ignored me. I told the others to send letters like I was, but I think they're all a bit too pissed at you to do it. I am to.
Whenever I bring up your name everyone goes silent, like it's a curse. I don't think any of us can, or ever will, adjust to a life without you- it's only been two months, but that's still too many.
Everyone's been moping around the mansion. All the teachers, because of Jean. I haven't seen Scott since we left Alkali lake, and Logan's been substituting for all of his lessons. Normally he doesn't talk, and just puts on a really old film, like from the 70s.
All of us have been moping because of you, and even the little kids miss you. Callum (you know, the eight year old who can see a persons life/memories through touch) really misses you. You know, I didn't know you hung out with him that much, but he keeps asking all of us when you're coming home.
I've started noticing everyone's replies. Rogue straight up ignores him, which I understand, sorta. Jubilee tells him to fuck off, so I've tried to stop her from answering him from now on. Kitty starts to sniffle and walks off, and Piotr tells him there might not be a chance you'll come back, which starts tears, so they all rely on me to answer.
I tell him that you're coming back. Because you will. You have a home here, John.
Anyways, I hope this letter will get you to write back.
- Bobby
P.s : Come home. Callum's keeps on holding our arms and shit to get an answer on how we actually feel. We're just lucky he hasn't gotten his full powers potential, other we'd all be screwed.
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Dear John,
Do you know what? I've writing to you twice, both times without a response. Yesterday, Caliban told the prof to tell me that you gave my letter to you. And apparently he saw you give it a quick read, before screwing it up into a ball.
So, fuck you. Have you thought, once, about how we all feel without you here? You can't see past your fucking lighter to see how many people actually care about you? Why did you even leave in the first place, is this about rogue again?
I broke up with her. Just so you know. I couldn't deal with her complaint about you and you complaining about her so yeah.
You know if I had to pick between you two, it would always be you. You knew that, right?
If Caliban tells me you've screwed up one more of my letters, i'll kill you myself. We all know I'm more powerful than you, so watch what you do.
- Bobby
P.s: write back. Even if it's only a dot on a piece of paper, anything will get my mind off you. I don't know why I'm so worried, I just am, okay?
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Dear Bobby,
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- Pyro
P.s: stop calling me John. It's pyro.
P.s.s: I would beat you in a fight. Also, if you think I'd actually throw away anything you gave me, I don't think you know me at all.
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Dear John,
Okay, I was joking. You know, a funny joke. Also, Caliban told me you chased after him in the rain to give you the letter. Is that true, or is he just being over dramatic.
I don't think I know you at all anymore. The John I knew would never join Magneto, and take part in all this ruthless killing. At least I know you're actually reading my letters.
If you knew me at all, you'd know I'd never call you Pyro. Your John, (crossed out my) our Johnny. So please come home. And send an actual reply.
I hate you so much.
- Bobby
P.s: you know I don’t actually hate you, right? You didn’t leave thinking I hated you?
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Dear Bobby,
I don’t wanna write letters like old women. In the package is a burner phone, with my number saved on it, okay?
I know you never hated me. I didn’t leave because I thought you hated me, god. I think one of the reasons I left was because you shut me out. Let me feel alone.
I mainly left because magneto is right. I wish you understood. You talk about how I should’ve stayed, but maybe you should’ve joined me.
- Pyro
P.s: give Callum some fireworks. That always cheers him up.