|Boyd Ainslie | Red Riding Hood (ex_sanguine300) wrote in bellumletale,|
@ 2010-06-06 03:38:00
|Entry tags:||beast, big bad wolf, cinderella, peter pan, red riding hood, sleeping beauty|
Honey, this is me doing like I promised. Everyone’s getting a letter just like this, so you ain’t got to break the news to anyone. I’ll be staying at [hotel name in Savannah] come morning, but I’d rather you not tell anyone that. Money’s in the envelope, and I’ll be waiting on word about what you got me to rent. Thanks again for helping me. I’d be lyin if I didn’t say you’re the person I trust most to help me in Bellum, and that counts for a lot. Whenever you think there ain’t any good to you, remember that you helped out a girl who wasn’t good for nothing in return. That’s selfless, sugar, and it takes a good person to be selfless, no matter what you think of yourself.
Rose, me and you ain’t seen eye-to-eye lately, and I’m real sorry we grew apart how we did. I’m leaving, and I’m not gonna pretend we been great friends recent, but I know you care about Daniel more than just about anyone in the building. Him and Vlad, they need someone soft to listen to them sometimes. They pretend like they don’t need it, but they do. You gotta take that over for me when I go. And Rose? Listen more, honey. You gotta learn to listen to people, before you start comin to conclusions.
I’m moving, Nicky. Remember, you gotta buy a girl flowers and wear something that brings out the blue in your eyes, baby. And you’re plenty strong and plenty brave, and you don’t let nobody convince you otherwise. You keep an eye on Hannah for me - she needs you. And you draw things. You draw so many things, and you show them to so many people, that someone’ll surely take notice and make you famous. You got talent, Nicky. Don’t let it go to waste.
Beautiful baby girl. Ya know, I was watching you sleep one night at the hotel, and I thought you were about the prettiest thing I ever did see. Time to fly now, honey, and I want you to do one thing for me once I’m gone - SOAR. You got it in you, and ain’t no one has anything on you, baby. You remember that.
You’re gonna get angry when you find out I’m gone, and even angrier still when you read what I’ve got to say. Me and you, we’re stuck in this gravitational pull of hurt, sugar. I hurt you, you hurt me, and then we do it all over again. We need to pull free of it, and the only way’s for me to go - before anyone else gets hurt. We’re starting to spill all over onto everyone else, Shane, and someone’s gonna end up dead. I can’t control me, and I can’t control you, and Lord knows I’ve tried. I can’t stay here and let you go on and be with someone else neither-I’ll just wanna pull you back to me. It means I’m selfish when it comes to you, sugar, even if I don’t wanna be. In my head and in my heart you’re mine, no matter what’s happened. I can’t be in the same building as you and not think that.
I want you to read the next part real careful: I forgive you for my parents, for my grandmother, for all of it. I forgive you. Now, baby, you gotta forgive yourself.
I left you for last, cause you’re the hardest to say goodbye to, and now I'm staring at blank paper wishing I could say goodbye with my hands instead. I ain’t good at words, no matter how much of your Shakespeare I read, so I’ll do like I always do, and steal what someone else said better. [The postcard is tucked into the envelope].
Ti penso sempre, bello.