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letter one

Dear Kitty.

I remember rather clearly the day I first met you. I'm sure you don't, as you like to remark 'You're just too observant." Sometimes you use this against me when we argue – I don't understand why you treat 'observance' like some sort of sin.   That dainty, Victorian-themed café with all those indoor plants that you adored – oh, Kitty, you had such a burning passion for nature. It was so beautiful, just like you, my love – is where we first met. I can still smell the fresh coffee grounds and the lingering stench of glass cleaner.

But I couldn't have imagined a more fitting place to have met the love of my life, you, Kitty, dressed in a neon-green and yellow sweater.

You caught my eye and heart from the first moment I saw you, Kitty. The way that you looked up at me so intrigued and innocently through those thick, black eyelashes. The way you couldn't hold eye contact when you sipped your coffee from your favourite pink mug – something anyone else wouldn't have noticed, but I know you better than you know yourself, love. The way you would touch your hair. How you wouldn't drink anything else rather than an espresso, drowned in sugars. That on Wednesdays, you would always order an almond croissant, specifically the one with the most icing. Heated without filling. You had such an sweet tooth. Alas, how could I have forgotten that smile? Oh, that smile Kitty. You made me sick with your smile. I forgot how to breathe every time you gave that grin, showing your teeth – as much as you hated them. I thought you were ethereal Kitty, I still do.

You were so timid, my love. Every moment I caught your eye you darted your gaze elsewhere with a shy smile still lingering on your lips. You made my life-breath catch in my throat and my heart pang with jealousy every time you smiled at someone else. I became agitated each time that older barista made an attempt to flirt with you, which you mistook for friendliness. You were so seemingly innocent and naïve Kitty. How I greatly underestimated you, my love.  I was so possessive and protective of you, even then Kitty. I didn't want someone else to ruin you, make you unpure before I could. That was my job Kitty – I hope I did well. Because I knew, deep in my heart, that you were the one I would spend the rest of my life with. I would rather have died than let anyone else touch you, kiss you, love you. Run their filthy hands through your ever-soft hair. That was my job. I wished you would give me a chance, to let me worship you the way you deserve. I'm sorry I never lived up to that promise, love.

My angel, I wish you were here now.

Eternally yours,

-        K

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erm :/ so I went a bit feral in this chapter lol, hopefully people like this sort of book lol

this novel will be updated in real time - I will try to update every day so I can keep the chapters coming and my creative juices flowing. sometimes if I really get into the groove I'll write two chapters so fingers crossed.

lots of love.

-c

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