Dear Austin ~Cashby~

Chapter 5-letter snippet

I've had a couple of messages saying the snippet of the letter Alan's writing Austin isn't coming up for people for some unknown reason, even after I published changes when I added it in (cos I'm a div and forgot it at first haha) so here is it for those who can't see it :)

But while I have your attention, do you guys want to see smut in this story? Let me know!

Say you remember when you met my parents? I'd never wanted the ground to swollow me whole in my life! But I guess I got my payback when I met your dad, boy did he have some stories about you, you know, like the one where you thought you'd been sent here from the planet Krypton and you kept going around telling everyone you where going to become the real life Superman? Or that story of how you where terrified to sleep in the dark until you where ten because you thought the villain's in comics where real and where going to come find you? Or my favorite...the stage where you dressed up in your mom's clothes and make up for weeks! Oh those pictures have to have been the best I've seen in my life! Talking of your dad, he's doing well, I actually saw him last week, although he's worried about you. I guess if we're honest, we all are, every day we see the news, seeing men and women coming home in coffin's, or being announced missing in action, or being held a prisioner of war.

I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate that this happened, I hate it so much that I get angry sometimes and I just don't know what to do. I just want to hear your voice, read a letter, or an email, just something to comfort me to know you're alive, and you're safe. None of us ever saw this coming, who could've? No one was ever expecting it to happen, as beautiful as life is, it can be so full of cruelty and evil too, and I hate life for doing this to us. Sometimes I wish I could just go back to that summer, the summer we met, when everything was just so simple. I wouldn't change a thing, not for a second, but...it just gets so hard sometimes you know? I went down to our little "hut" this morning, do you remember building that? I go there sometimes to write, to think, or just feel close to you again. I remember when...