Though the call of home was something that Abby could understand, she still missed Bea. Thus she set about writing as often as she could in between completing all of the little routines that peppered her nights. Some letters would be in fragments, some complete and whether written on the back of a magazine article in permanent market or penned on notebook paper, the handwriting was always meticulously neat.
So it was that the first letter was brought to life on college rule and folded into a greeting card envelope.
Dear Miss Howell,
Abigail suggested that I write to you despite it being incredibly silly considering that we can simply speak to one another whenever we want. However, writing has proven helpful to me in the past and it may even be fun.
I hope you're doing well and that you've come to find some sort of control in so dire a situation. You're strong but you already know that. You don't need me telling you.
I may have grown closer to Geiseric, and that isn't a horrible thing I suppose, but I miss you. It seems as if my world is slowly growing smaller. I took you for granted and for that I'm sorry. I hope the watch serves you well. It's gotten me through nearly two hundred years of my existence, though I would suggest you look beyond its imperfections to what is inside when in a jam.
I love you.
Yours truly,
Abby Dekker
So it was that the first letter was brought to life on college rule and folded into a greeting card envelope.
Dear Miss Howell,
Abigail suggested that I write to you despite it being incredibly silly considering that we can simply speak to one another whenever we want. However, writing has proven helpful to me in the past and it may even be fun.
I hope you're doing well and that you've come to find some sort of control in so dire a situation. You're strong but you already know that. You don't need me telling you.
I may have grown closer to Geiseric, and that isn't a horrible thing I suppose, but I miss you. It seems as if my world is slowly growing smaller. I took you for granted and for that I'm sorry. I hope the watch serves you well. It's gotten me through nearly two hundred years of my existence, though I would suggest you look beyond its imperfections to what is inside when in a jam.
I love you.
Yours truly,
Abby Dekker