I'm Yours (PRN)

xxiv

Her world hasn't stopped spinning. Monica takes the letters and locked herself in her bedroom, only after dropping Aunt Joy's requested photo on the kitchen table as she carefully hides the letters up her shirt. For the first fifteen minutes of having them, she paces back and forth the main walkway of her bedroom. As she taps them on her clammy palm, she senses her anxiety building. Eventually, she sits down in the center of her bed, trying to find it in herself to open each of the letters.

She has a million and one questions. Why did Benny Flores have the letters? This has been her biggest question since finding them. Lip wedged between her teeth, Monica picks up the first letter in the stack with the assumption of it being the earliest sent. A pair of scissors glides across the top. She retrieves its inside content.

Monica,

It's four o'clock in the morning and all I can do is think of YOU. I'm in California right now. It's nice. I like the weather. Everyday it is sunny but it's still rainy in my head because I don't have you here with me. This isn't the first letter I've sent you and it likely won't be the last. Hopefully, Ms. Brenda doesn't sic a Rottweiler on the mailman for always bringing these in the mail while you're away. Every day that I am here, I miss you and every night, I am nothing but sorry. Today, I felt my first earthquake and I got really scared. In the middle of losing my mind I thought about what would happened if I died. It'd kind of be a freak accident because the news said it was a baby one (the earthquake) but I'd be dead. I don't want to die with you hating me. Please forgive me.

I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!

Love,
Prince

P.S. Never Really Fell Out of Love With You is a song for you.

Her heart melts in her chest. For years, she's been sure that Prince walked out of her life after a phone call turned into an argument. Learning he contacted her is a piece of the puzzle she never knew she was missing. Pages and pages of his feelings spilled out with ink, all on the letters sealed in these envelopes on her bed. More questions develop. Are these the only ones? How many did he send? How long was it until he stopped? Monica wonders and wonders, the dozens of explanations filling her head causing it to pound.

A few blocks away, Prince's head pounds almost as hard in the name of decision-making. A pile of panties fills the center of his upstairs living-room's coffee table. Room by room, he is slowly piecing together his home in his own unorthodox way. He's on a great path, he thinks, with the developing of his interior decoration skills. While he strongly believes his style is the best style, the guidance he's been granted through his connections to mentors and female friends helps. His favorite decorative item in his home, a stained glass vase sitting on his kitchen table being purchased by Iris has convinced him to trust her sense of style... Leading to her taking on a unique mission at his sweet request.

"Those are all of the ones I could find in your size," says Iris, flopping on the couch next to him after emptying her shopping bags of thongs.

Lately, he's been thinking of returning to his past choice of stage wear. The solid black pair he wore is fitting to his image but after his first leg of the tour, he dwelled how he could switch up his look in a noticeable yet simple way. The topic came up when talking to Iris yesterday and today, she's gathered up a number of options for him. He had band rehearsals, eliminating the chance of making the trip, but he did provide the money for the purchases. As if thong shopping for her friend weren't enough of a joy, their similar stature provides the opportunity for her to pocket any of the pairs he does not choose.