Wonderland | H.S.

Levi's Second Letter

This letter was written right before Levi met Presley at the dive-bar in Chapter Fifty-Seven of One Word.

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November 26th, Harry's Memorial

Dear My Sexy, Beautiful, Time-Manipulating Self,

Tell me, how are you feeling? Pretty fucking good, right? Did you miss yourself? Miss talking to yourself?

Wouldn't blame you if you said yes. Who in their right mind wouldn't fucking miss Leviticus Smith? And especially the Levi wearing a spiffy suit. Black coat. Black pants. Black dress-shirt. Lookin' like walking sadness, all dressed and pretty for H's memorial.

Doesn't that have a ring to it? I'm fuckin' blushing even thinking about it. Because when I think about it, I remember how damn awesome I truly am. How powerful I am. The power I hold over the world. Over the clocks, for fuck's sake.

Whisper to the Devil and the Devil whispers back, darling.

I whisper to myself a lot.

The plan worked, per usual. All of my plans work, don't they? Harry didn't die. Presley gave an annoying speech I think...I mean, endearing. She gave an endearing speech, but then Harry died. Well, I guess he didn't. Good for H. I'm happy you didn't die, man.

My heart near-about dropped to my fucking ass when Caden's name popped up on my phone, letting me know Harry was alive. Right after I wrote my first letter, I got the call. "He's alive." And I'm hard, what's you fuckin' point?

See. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm throwing clocks at walls, but I'm also a fucking genius. Claudia was right. Time listens. Time fucking listens.

But when Caden called, I was convinced the plan hadn't worked. Bad news bears. Because the first time I reset the clocks, everyone forgot each other. Remember that? Remember how everyone forgot each other? So if he was calling, that means he knew who I was. That means Harry was dead...

You're confused, aren't you?

I'll spell it out.

Harry and Presley have met twice. The first time: two years ago. The second time: four months ago. They're soulmates. Of course they're going to meet again. Where the fuck's my soulmate? Oh, the mirror? Knew it. Anyway, the first time they met, Harry got shot. Pussy, right? Anyway, I broke a clock and boom, Presley's forgotten. Broke a clock and boom, Cade's just Caden. Broke a clock and boom, H is back to life.

When I burned the book, I think it forced Presley and Harry to meet again. Everything from the first story went away, but since they're meant to be or whatever bullshit, the universe threw a bone. They needed an ending. In exchange for Harry's life, the world demanded an ending. I ruined that. I burned it, so it makes sense Harry got shot again. If anything happens to One Word, I have a feeling it'll be the same way.

They'll meet in a bar. They'll hate each other. They'll fall in love. And then, in the end, Harry will get shot.

Last week, I broke another clock in hopes Harry would live. Hey, it worked the first time, didn't it? But when I broke it two years ago, everyone forgot the last four months. They forgot about the lake. They forgot about the tattoo. They forgot that I had come back to life. That's why I went home immediately—because I was most likely dead again. I wrote the first letter expecting everyone to forget each other, but nobody forgot anybody. How sexy is that? Pretty fuckin' sexy.

I got a semi when Caden asked about Presley. Asked if she got home safely. Of course she got home safely; the king of safety walked her home.