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letter three
My dearest, Kitty.
I never liked the colour red until our first date. The colour of martyrdom, blood and wound. That was until the first time you sacrificed hours out of your precious life to break bread with a lowly individual such as myself. You looked like you had fallen from heaven, even though you could have never fallen from such grace. Kitty, you were out-of-this-world. Angelic and almost extra-terrestrial. That small dress made me almost loose all sense. I couldn't help but flush at the thought that you would have worn something like that for me, Kitty. How nervous you looked, worried about how I would react to you all dressed up.
I thought you were spell bounding, my darling.
Over dinner, you spoke about political issues and your views. So confident and persistent in your beliefs on corruption of Democracy. You had a wisdom beyond your 20 years, something that caused my infatuation to increase each time you opened that pretty little mouth of yours to relay your opinion. I didn't want to stop you, to even briefly mention my views, in the hopes you would think I wasn't valuing your ideas. That you could think that I was a bad guy. I would rather burn in the eternal fires of hell than to degrade you, Kitty. I was so proud of your confidence in such controversial topics. That was another of the many reasons why I wanted you to be mine.
The buzz of the restaurant died after hours of our discussion. That was our cue to leave. You and I stood outside on the concrete footpath, watching cars pass in blurs of light as we stood silently. I was enjoying being so close to you, Kitty. So thankful that you would give me a chance. I still cannot believe that you would do such a selfless act of loving me. The minutes blurred together as you turned to face me. I still remember the matching tinge of you dress plastered across your cheek, depending each time you caught my curious gaze. I loved watching how uneasy you were, Kitty. How you were unsure what to do next, I thought you may have not enjoyed tonight, and were ashamed to be next to me. Oh Kitty, how you made me loose all sence and self-confidence. The blow of your judgement would bring me crumpling down, bleeding out. You lost all self control that night, underneath the streelight on 7th Avenue when you reached out and grabbed me aggressively. The darkness of lust clouded your vision, making me smile. How desperately you wanted me, Kitty. What I do to you. What you do to me.
The softness of your lips. Your sensuality is a feeling unable to recreate. You melted there, on the street, in my hands. This angel I had fantasized about for months previously was here, touching me, running her quaint hands through my dark hair. All those cold showers and the unspeakable acts I committed under that water could never match the intense emotional disarray I faced. I hoped I was enough for you kitty.
I hope that my devotion was enough.
Eternally yours.
- K
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erm, that works ig besties
hopefully this isn't too boring, I need to get to the good part ;)
- c
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KITTY | 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨
Mystery / Thriller"i know you better than you know yourself" ------- a nameless man reflects on his relationship with kitty through a series of video tapes and letters.
