The Twenty-Fourth Letter

Lost lovers.


I don’t know if you’ll ever read this letter, because I don't know where you are. This is being sent to your last known location according to the locals, but they all look pretty stupid so I guess I’m just hoping for the best. I still lose either way.

I can’t believe it’s been five years. Five years now, and sleeping alone has never been more difficult. Everything is cold. The sun is cold. Fire is cold. My eyes are cold and my heart is cold without you. I won't give up, though. That’s never been an option. I hope you have the same endurance, but I know things are difficult for you. I wish I was there to help.

...Goddamnit I don't know what I want to say.

I miss you.

I love you.

How did this even happen.

I think I miss your hands the most. Your hands and your arms, and your secret smile, the one that isn’t fake. I miss those things. I know there’s relatively nothing to miss about me in comparison, but you never left me for a reason, right? ...Unless this is how you’d do it. Pretending to disappear in a crowd, in the middle of a war when I need you most...

Anyway. I hate this place. Everyone here is suffering. They’re suspicious because I haven’t caught the disease. I have to move on. I don’t want to; I’d really rather stay and wait for you, but I can’t risk dying here.



I never really thought about how terrifying it would be to die until I lost you. Maybe even when I met you. Not being there for you is like having my balls chopped off, haha...

-this part of the paper is covered in scribbles and stains-

.....never believed in him, but I have. I'll... see you soon.

Forever yours,
You know who,
Your one and only,



The End

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