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Post by Justin McDowell on Nov 16, 2015 16:08:36 GMT -8
17th December 2011
Lissa,
Please, give me some sort of sign you're alive at least. It's been three months since my last letter, and I'm worried sick! Do you really think I deserve that even if you are still mad at me? You don't have to say anything else. Just tell me you're alive! Please! I'm on my knees begging you. Hell, I'm on my knees with a pretty shiny thing in hand.
Lissa, I love you.... I know you think I hate you, that you think that's why I left, but it wasn't. I swear, it wasn't! Please, forgive me. Or at least send me some sign you're alive. I'm going crazy here.
Justin
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Post by Justin McDowell on Nov 16, 2015 16:09:15 GMT -8
This felt so damn pointless! There had been no peep from Lissa at all since his last letter. Still, it was better to think she was mad at him than dead, right? Merlin, she was stubborn, that girl. At least, she was stubborn when she wanted to be, which was pretty much anytime she thought she had a point and was right. It was outright ridiculous sometimes, especially now. Seriously, here he was going out of his way to try to make things up to her. Two letters so far! Two letters that had gone ignored. Yet here he was spending his time this Christmas evening writing her a letter, risking everything to go to the owlery even when a killer was presumably still on the loose. Damn girls. More trouble than they're worth. Keeping him up at nights when he should be sleeping. 2:00 a.m.24th December 2011
Lissa,
I don't know where you are, if you're alright, if you're safe, or if you're even still alive. But I want to think you're alright, just banned from owls. And maybe I'm getting you in more trouble writing these and actually sending them, but for my own selfish reasons, I need to keep trying, hoping you'll eventually get one of them and write back to me. Sorry if I am. Getting you in trouble, that is. But seriously, I'm going crazy here not knowing, especially now. Seeing that first year who had been murdered in front of us--Inferi, we've been informed now--this morning after that bloody ridiculous owl fight that I walked in after... I don't know, it really made me think of you.
I'm ok, though. I want you to know that. I know the first year who was murdered was from our house and all, but I'm ok. A little shakey, but I'm ok. But Panda's not. She's in Mungo's right now in a coma the school healer put her under. Fell and hit her head because some damn idiot couldn't watch where he walked the morning the first year was killed! Lost so much blood, Lissa. So much blood. I miss her, and I worry about her. It's enough to make a person sick, especially with all that's still going on here. I still have Sofi, and Summer's around but is Summer, and Araelia already was gone for the holiday. But anyway, please don't worry me any sicker! Write back! Let me know you're alive. Even if it's just your name because you're still so bloody mad at me or something. Just write. Something! Anything!
I love you.
Justin
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Post by Justin McDowell on Nov 16, 2015 16:09:33 GMT -8
It was only 5:00 p.m. His last letter had been sent at 2:00 this morning. Only fourteen hours ago, but he'd felt compelled to try again. His conscience, perhaps, which was damn annoying, but still. He knew better than to try to ignore the urge these days.
24th December 2012
I don't know what it is, Lissa, but you've really got me in a spell. I can't think of anyone but you half the time anymore. I feel like I'm slowly losing it, going mad. Please, Lissa... I don't understand what gave you the idea I hated you from me walking away after that kiss. I meant what I said before. I don't hate you. I love you. I was just afraid of rushing things. You deserve better than a rushed romance. Hell, you deserve even better than me. Maybe you've found him. Maybe some knight in shining armor came and swept you away and that's why you're ignoring my letters. You've been freed and living your happily ever after. Without me. I'd be fine with that, you know. I just want you to be happy and free and your own wonderful person. I wished it would be me that helped you find it, of course, but if there's some other bloke, I'd be cool with it. Just write me. Let me know you're alive and well and happy.
At least give me that.
Love,
Justin
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