D (pt 6b)
Dear Smoker,
Ah, so many unanswered questions! I’ve been thinking a lot lately. It seems fitting to answer some mysteries on a Sunday. I’ll just pretend you’re actually here with me.
I said yesterday that I’d explain why ‘you’re an exception’. I’ll write this letter to you over a few days. The explanation is much too long all at once.
You were right. I did love looking outside. But only through the ‘peephole’. The ‘peephole’ keeps the world a manageable size. So I loved looking through the little hole and counting things. But after a while, nothing much changes…
Then you came! You looked so grumpy walking to our house. It was nice to find somebody different. Hmm… not ‘nice’, per se… can you bring a thesaurus next time? Please? Oh, I got distracted. It was ‘nice’. Because you looked like you were different, just like me.
Um… I sort of watched you for a lot of weeks. Half a year in total, maybe? You looked up lots of times, and I had to hide just in case. But it made me sort of hopeful. Maybe you’d go upstairs and see if there really was something (or someone) up here. You never did…
Did you know that the attic door is open? Really! It’s never actually locked… so… um… do you remember those letters? The small short ones? Before we ‘met’?
Well, one day Garp wasn’t home. And neither was Luffy. So I snuck downstairs and grabbed some old envelopes, random stamps, paper, and a small pencil I found lying around. I could only write you eighteen because I only had eighteen envelopes. I actually had twenty one sheets of paper and nineteen stamps, but no envelopes to send them with. Where did those go, anyways? Oh well.
To the other side.
I’m sorry the letters were so short! I didn’t have much pencil. And there was no light! I had to huddle next to the teensy gap between the curtains for a teensy amount of light to see with. And I’m sorry for not signing any of them but the last. It was a silly reason. I just don’t like writing my full name. But I was almost out of envelops, and by then you still didn’t know it was me…
Remember I said I left the house eighteen times? Well, it was to send the letters! It was very scary. I had to sneak out while everyone was asleep. I had to be very quiet, and that was hard. And I only dared to hide one letter in the mailbox every night. Oh, and the ground was cold, but that’s not important.
I was sad you didn’t come see me. I thought I might’ve gotten your address wrong from Garp’s little notebook, or had done something incorrectly. They were my first letters, after all.
But then you came. And there was sun…
I’ll keep waiting for you to come back. And I don’t think I’m fine. But I answered you honestly over three weeks ago! I thought I’d be fine. But I didn’t know I was going to miss you this much!
Oh, and I decided “yours truly” sounds silly. What does it mean, anyways? I’ll try something else.
Your friend,
Ace
P.S. That’s still strange. I just can’t find something ‘right’. Like how meeting you felt ‘right’. (Please bring a thesaurus, I feel stupid.) Maybe I’ll find a good ending next time? Then there won’t have to be postscript…
P.P.S. I still miss you.
Smoker quietly placed the final page in a pile with the rest. Then he saw his own note.
I’ll be back. Smoker.
… He flipped it over.
Dear Smoker,
You came back.
Love,
Ace
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Yes. I gave you an MS Paint doodle. xD
The random blurb in the middle is from Schoenberg's song cycle, Pierrot lunaire. What I used (i.e. Ace 'wrote') was O alter Duft aus Märchenzeit, the final lied in the set. If anybody is interested in having a translation, I have one from my Music History textbook. Just give me a heads-up. (I don't know German, so I'm not sure how accurate the translation is.)
It'll start cheering up now. n_n
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