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I stared blankly at the letters unopened on my desk. I felt myself crying again. 

I still can't believe Keefe's gone. It's been weeks since I received that imparter call, telling me that he had passed away. It was a sudden, unexpected death that left me reeling with shock and grief.

But what's been even harder to process is the letters. The letters he left for me. They keep showing up in the Havenfield mailbox, one by one, as if he's still here, writing them from some far-off place. Each time I see his familiar handwriting, my heart breaks all over again.

The first letter arrived a few days after the funeral. I remember feeling confused when I saw his name on the envelope, as if it were some kind of mistake.

But I recognised the handwriting, the curve he puts on his S's and how he dots his I's.

So they are bundled up, on my desk. I haven't even opened one. Because I feel like if I open them, then.... it'll be over

That'll be final. 

And I feel like crying.

Even the thought of opening those letters. 

But I still open the first one.

I can't resist the pull of his words. As I read through it, tears stream down my face. It's like he's speaking to me, telling me how much he loved me and how much he'll miss me. It's so bittersweet, knowing that he's gone but still feeling his love through his words.

Dear Sophie of should I say Foster. 

It's been like 10 days since I met you. 

But I still can't get you out of my head.

Your so perfect. 

Your hair and your eyes. 

It's so stupid.

I met you less than 2 weeks ago. 

But you still made a lasting impression on me. 

And I can't believe that someone so perfect as you could exist. 

I think this is love. 

This is love.

Wow, 

I'm in love. 

You'll probably never see these letters but I still reckon I'll write them. 

I just want to tell you, at first it was just flirting but now. I can't help it. 

Be right back, I'm gonna go draw you. I just thought of the perfect angle.


Keefe.

Reading Keefe's words, I couldn't help but smile through my tears. It was like he was speaking to me from beyond the wanderling, letting me know how much he had cared for me even before we had officially met.

Millions

Millions and millions of stupid stupid letters

I let myself cry

Stupid stupid Keefe.

Stupid stupid me.

I pulled a random one from the pile. One from about 1 year ago. When we were still fighting the Neverseen.

Dear Sophie,

I don't know where to begin. Every time I try to put my feelings into words, they just come out all confuffled. Is that a word?

But I'm going to try, because I need you to know how much you mean to me.

From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Maybe it was the way you smiled at me, or the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you cared about. Whatever it was, I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

And then, you found out about my dad. 

And you still defended me, even though I deserved my dad's words. I am a screw up. I'm actually a screw up. 

But you still stood up to my dad.

And you did even so when i was clearly in the wrong. 

And boy, I've never seen anyone stand up to my dad like that. And it- was so so nice to see that you felt confident enough, even when I couldn't.

I know we haven't known each other for very long, we've already been through so much together. From the Neverseen attack to our trip to Ravagog, we've faced some pretty crazy stuff. And through it all, you've been by my side, making me feel like I could do anything.

Sophie, I don't want to scare you or anything, but I think I'm in love with you. Like, madly. The kind of love that makes you feel like you're on top of the world one minute and flying freely and then like your heart is being ripped out of your chest the next because I can't get your cute face out of my head. Is it that weird? Probably. True? Probably.

I know we're just kids, and we have our whole lives ahead of us. But I can't help the way I feel. Every time I see you, I feel like I'm home. 

I don't know what's going to happen to us next. We might end up going our separate ways, or we might stay together . But I promise you this, Sophie - I will always love you

Thank you for being the light in my life. I don't know where I'd be without you.

Love always, 

Keefe

Actually 

Hunkyhair

I let myself cry a river, and then a bridge and then the whole of the Lost Cities. 

That's how much I cried. 

I dried my eyes eventually, staring at all those letters and all those words. 

All that love. 


I love you Keefe.

I love you too.

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