A Match Made in Hell

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My beautiful. My gorgeous, gorgeous boy.

My beautiful Zachary, my Angel. My world, my dear, my sweetheart. My boy, my love.

I miss you, so fucking much you'd never believe it. I miss you so fucking much I'd kill everybody that came near me just to see you.

I'd sacrifice them all to touch you once again, because they don't matter to me. None of them will ever be as important as you are, not to me.

You are so precious, none of them are worth a split second of your precious time, because you are a fucking god to me. Everything I ever do is for you, for your sake.

Fuck them all, the people who dislike you. They dislike you because you have something they don't. They dislike you because you achieved something so impressive that they couldn't achieve. They dislike you because you've got beauty and brains, and they've got none. They dislike you because they don't know you at all. They don't know the Zak that I know.

Even I, am too useless to be seen with you. Even I, am not worth your time at all. Even I, can't fit into your standards. You're too good for me, you're too good for everyone who's ever breathed air before, Angel. You're so perfect, it's unbelievable. It frightens me sometimes.

Those beautiful eyes you have, they fucking drive me to insanity. I miss looking into them and admiring them. I miss those big brown eyes, those eyes I'm so deeply fucking inlove with. The most beautiful eyes ever.

Your voice. Fuck, your voice. That voice I've been dying to hear, that voice I could listen to all day. The voice that is like music to my ears.

Your smile, your body, your laugh, your skin, your warmth, every single fucking thing about you, Zachary. I love everything about you, you son of a bitch.

Is even possible, for a human being to be as perfect and as beautiful as you? Are you even a human being, are you real, or are you just the boy of my dreams that I made up in my head?

My love. My lovely boy, my treasure.

I'm going to fuck them all up for what they did to you.

I'm gonna fucking destroy all of them eventually, and I'll do it happily.

I don't want to write to you about this, but I need to get it off my chest. And I need to do anything I can to describe my love for you, even though I think it's basically impossible.

I'm gonna put them through 10 times worse than what they put us through. Because they deserve it, unlike us. They've done bad things, they aren't innocent.

We were kids. They've been making us suffer like this since we were twelve. They did that to us when we were boy even teenagers yet, and they're gonna pay for it.

They're not getting away with such thing so easily. We will make them pay, you and I. We'll kill them one by one.

Even if you decide you don't want to help me with this, I'll do it myself. I'll kill and sacrifice every single one of them for you. For your sake and for your safety.

I'll do anything it takes to bring you back home, to me.

We'll escape this time, but we'll go so far that it'll take them years and decades to find us. We'd go into the middle of nowhere, and live our own lives without them.

I'd give you your privacy if you wanted me to, but I'd rather be with you until I'm 6 feet underground.

But if you never wanted to see me again, I would respect that, because I care about you. And because I love you.

You're intimidating to me in some sort of way, but I cannot describe it well.

You're not exactly intimidating. More like intriguing.

You're interesting. Take it as a compliment, I mean it in every good way possible. Fascinating, is a better word.

You sort of scare me. The feelings I have for you are frightening me. Maybe I'm the intimidating one? I'm the scary one?

I want you like I have never wanted anybody else before. That's how badly I need you. I want you more than anybody can want anything in this world.

I want to hold you in my arms, hug you, give you kisses, touch you, just touch you in any way. Hell, I'd kill to just see your face again.

It keeps repeating in my head, all the details on your face. I can see your eyes staring directly into mine whenever I drift off to sleep. I can hear your voice wherever I go, whispering inaudible things to me.

You're like a piece of music that gets stuck in people's heads, repeating over and over until they're sick of it.

That's how fucking beautiful you are. So perfect, so fucking precious.

And they will all regret what they have done, because I'm going to make them suffer badly, I'm not going to let this slide.

I'll teach them all some great lessons that they will never forget. I'll make them get on their knees and apologise to you if they have to.

I will come and find you. I will help you, wether you like it or not. And I'm losing all my fucking patience, I don't think I'll last another night here.

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For those who don't understand, he's writing a letter to Zachary, even though Zachary can't read it. It's sort of a vent, yk?

(If you have never done that you're weird)