feb/03/300 | 06:43:21

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feb/03/300 | 06:43:21


Dear Soulmate,


I find myself staying up late. 

I wonder if I'm going to survive until morning.

The bombs seem to be closing in around us. It hurts. 

You can feel the shaking and quivering in your bones.

Mama is most certainly dead. The twins both have fever.

I have never needed so much as I need you.

The worst thing about it is, you see, is the girl. 

Zodiac, her name is.

I find it so perfect, the way it rests on my tongue. 

We talk at school, but that's all.

She makes me happy but I feel guilty.

This is not a time to feel happy, is it?


Love,

Erik

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