Let it Rain (The Umbrella Academy)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Aw, You Love Me

August 26, 1945

A letter dropped through the slot on the door. I clicked the pause button on the TV then rolled up the sleeve on Gill's maroon sweatshirt to pick up the note. A brilliant smile spread across my face to see that it was from Gilligan.

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1 Week 'til the end of WW2! Gah! I can't wait to come home to you! You have no idea how nice it's been to receive letters back from you. I adore you so much, Cameroonie. As always, I think about you every waking & unwaking moment I'm away. Think I'd go mad if I had to wait any longer. Ha! Can't believe I'm countin' down the days now 'til I get to see ya in my shirt again. So be ready to not walk for a week ;)

Ti amo!
Gilligan

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I scrambled for a pen and paper.

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Goodness gracious golly almighty a week sounds like forever & a day too long. You are never going off to war again FYI. I adore you so so so much. Ah! Fish! You're finally coming home soon! Being away from you is just the worst. Oh & you can count on not leaving the bed either ;)

Ti amo!
Cameron

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I'd been leaving the TV on nonstop. I knew all of who, what, where, why, and how the war ended so I had no reason to worry or wonder but I just loved him so much. I couldn't hardly wait another day to be able to hear his voice again and not just read his words on paper.

I cursed every day that my power only stretches so far and that I couldn't just mind talk to him all the time. Instead I spent most of my days flipping through the notes that he sent back so that I could feel closer to him. I knew I loved him but I didn't realize just how much until he was gone. He left a sinkhole in my heart that couldn't be filled without him there.

I flopped back on the couch and held the letter to my chest. "Whit am Ah gonna say? Like, whit should Ah dae? Fish is finally comin' back tae me 'n A'm at a loss." I threw my hands over my head onto the couch. "Jeez Ah loue him." I curled up under a throw blanket on the couch. Maybe Ah can juist sleep until he gets back...

I woke up and stretched. "Gill?" I looked around to see the light shining through the windows and still no Gilligan... My heart sank a little more each day without him there. I groaned as I weakly got up and closed the curtains. Even the sunlight was annoying. I sighed and looked to the kitchen. I really need to actually eat and drink something so that he didn't see me so weak when he got here but I couldn't bring myself to do it without throwing it up.

I sighed and my eyes landed on his letters that he wrote me during World War One. "Reading one or two couldn't hurt." I took one stack and unraveled it, then took one off the top and read it.

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Hey, Cameroonie. I'm just gonna leave this letter here in case you wanna pop by. Um, make yourself at home. If you see these and wanna write back that'd be coolio but no pressure. I have just officially kickstarted my retirement in 1917 yet I'm already regretting my decision of leaving yet. Miss you already!

Gill

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I smiled when I noticed that above his name he'd scribbled out what he wanted to sign it as. I picked up another one out of the stack and carefully tore the envelope.

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It's Jan 1st, 1918 & I'm starting another year w/o you... Ronny, I miss you so much & I can't wait to see you again. I wish every day that I would've just stayed w/ the Com a little while longer until maybe you might retire with me. Or at least asked you upfront even. Idk what I was thinking. I'd kill for a briefcase rn. I love you, Cameron. Ik I'll prolly regret saying that when I get back but that won't change a thing. I love you Ron & I can't wait to see you again...