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http://users.livejournal.com/___stealmyheart/ posting in monaboyd Dec. 14th, 2005 09:13 am)Title: The Letter (I need a better title. x_X)
Author: Corky/Midge/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG
Comments: Un-betad, written last night when I was feeling similar to how Billy is in this.
Feedback: My reason for living! ^-^
Dominic,
Why did you send them after me, my love? We used to be so perfect… Remember those days, back when it was just you and I? It’s not the same anymore. When you tell me to get away, you’re not smiling. Now there’s no laughter in your eyes when you call me a daft old man.
Are you trying to tell me that you don’t miss the afternoons in New Zealand and Hawaii when we could walk out to the shore with nothing on but the sheet wrapped around our waists? The moments before then are what I miss the most. Your eyes were gorgeous when you were basking in the afterglow. I’m sure you’ll try and hit me for saying that, or maybe I’ll be hit with another wave of warnings and restraining orders.
That’s what I don’t understand, Dominic. You agreed that we were perfect. Why did you have to go and change? Those trips I’d take to see you in California, and then in Hawaii…they were mind-blowing. Why did you give that up? Was it her? Did Evangeline tell you that she was what you needed, not me? She told you that I was a monster, didn’t she. You listened with childlike eagerness as she weaved lies about me, and now you believe them. Knowing you as well as I do, (or did, it seems like you’re a stranger to me now) it doesn’t surprise me that you’d listen to her.
I miss you. I miss you and I love you. Even after you screamed at me, calling me things that I never imagined would come out of your mouth. I still love you after you threw those plates and mugs at me, after you threw my suitcase into the ocean. I thought I loved Ali, but I left her. You know why? I did it because you had asked me to. I didn’t want to at first, but those eyes and that mouth and, dear god, the horribly wonderful things you did to me…they persuaded me. What do I have to show for my decision? Nothing. All thanks to you, Dommie.
Looking over this, I’m sure you won’t read it. All you’ll do is look at the name of who sent this, and that’ll allow you to make the decision to throw this letter in the rubbish. If you do read this, it’ll surprise me. Of course, I’ll never know whether you’ve read this or not, since you haven’t replied to any of my letters in over a year. Who knows if this even makes it to your mailbox…You’ve probably got people sorting your mail now so that you don’t have to find out if I’m still “stalking” you, as you’ve put it.
I don’t know why I’m still writing this, to tell you the truth. I refuse to give up, though. There’s still a fool’s hope that you’ll come back to me, Dom. (Sorry for the vague Rings reference…I’m sure you’re cringing right now.) I love you. I always have, and I always will. When you realize what you really want I’ll be waiting here by the door, ready and willing to hear the news, be it good or bad. You need to know that I’d give anything in this world just to have you in my arms again, Dominic.
Love always,
Billy
Author: Corky/Midge/
___stealmyheartRating: PG
Comments: Un-betad, written last night when I was feeling similar to how Billy is in this.
Feedback: My reason for living! ^-^
Dominic,
Why did you send them after me, my love? We used to be so perfect… Remember those days, back when it was just you and I? It’s not the same anymore. When you tell me to get away, you’re not smiling. Now there’s no laughter in your eyes when you call me a daft old man.
Are you trying to tell me that you don’t miss the afternoons in New Zealand and Hawaii when we could walk out to the shore with nothing on but the sheet wrapped around our waists? The moments before then are what I miss the most. Your eyes were gorgeous when you were basking in the afterglow. I’m sure you’ll try and hit me for saying that, or maybe I’ll be hit with another wave of warnings and restraining orders.
That’s what I don’t understand, Dominic. You agreed that we were perfect. Why did you have to go and change? Those trips I’d take to see you in California, and then in Hawaii…they were mind-blowing. Why did you give that up? Was it her? Did Evangeline tell you that she was what you needed, not me? She told you that I was a monster, didn’t she. You listened with childlike eagerness as she weaved lies about me, and now you believe them. Knowing you as well as I do, (or did, it seems like you’re a stranger to me now) it doesn’t surprise me that you’d listen to her.
I miss you. I miss you and I love you. Even after you screamed at me, calling me things that I never imagined would come out of your mouth. I still love you after you threw those plates and mugs at me, after you threw my suitcase into the ocean. I thought I loved Ali, but I left her. You know why? I did it because you had asked me to. I didn’t want to at first, but those eyes and that mouth and, dear god, the horribly wonderful things you did to me…they persuaded me. What do I have to show for my decision? Nothing. All thanks to you, Dommie.
Looking over this, I’m sure you won’t read it. All you’ll do is look at the name of who sent this, and that’ll allow you to make the decision to throw this letter in the rubbish. If you do read this, it’ll surprise me. Of course, I’ll never know whether you’ve read this or not, since you haven’t replied to any of my letters in over a year. Who knows if this even makes it to your mailbox…You’ve probably got people sorting your mail now so that you don’t have to find out if I’m still “stalking” you, as you’ve put it.
I don’t know why I’m still writing this, to tell you the truth. I refuse to give up, though. There’s still a fool’s hope that you’ll come back to me, Dom. (Sorry for the vague Rings reference…I’m sure you’re cringing right now.) I love you. I always have, and I always will. When you realize what you really want I’ll be waiting here by the door, ready and willing to hear the news, be it good or bad. You need to know that I’d give anything in this world just to have you in my arms again, Dominic.
Love always,
Billy
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I thought that the letter was nicely written, and that this is a good piece of work.
Thanks for sharing :)
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Very very good indeed :)
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If you'd actually tell me more about this silly Brit of yours, maybe I can whip up something for you.
*points at icon* Like Ayame?
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charles=blonde hair, blue eyes, plays ruby