PitBabe Cast: Imagines

SailubPon and PoohPavel: Love letters

Note: The prompt for this story came from my bestie, Phoebe (@jiminsEu4ria), from X. I adapted it and made this story, I hope you will love it.

In the quaint town nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering willows, resided Sailub and Pon, two souls entwined in a forbidden love during the austere 1950s. Wealthy and discreet, they had carved out a secret sanctuary—a treehouse hidden deep within the verdant embrace of an ancient oak tree. Within its secluded walls, beneath the canopy of rustling leaves, they found solace and expressed their forbidden love without fear.

Unbeknownst to them, their secret had a life of its own. Whispers slithered through the town, reaching the ears of their disapproving families. Society's harsh judgment weighed upon them, threatening to extinguish the flame of their love. With heavy hearts, they were ruthlessly separated and forced into loveless marriages.

Time passed, weaving its tapestry of joy and sorrow. Decades later, Pavel, Sailub's son, stumbled upon the forgotten treehouse in their backyard. Curiosity ignited within him as he stepped inside, discovering remnants of a love that had been lost to time. Among the faded photographs and love letters, he found a name that seemed familiar, Pon.

My dearest Pon,

I find myself wandering back to a place both cherished and abandoned, a place we once called our own. As I walk through this empty land, the memories flood back with a clarity that feels like the touch of your hand. I know these paths so well—paths we used to tread together, where the earth beneath our feet was our only witness.

I sit by the old river where we once sought solace and found a kind of completeness that now seems so distant. I'm left yearning for the simplicity we once shared, wondering where it all went. I've grown older, and the weight of time has left me searching for something solid to hold onto. I wish you could tell me that you're still thinking about me, about us, about our love, can we still find that love we were once so sure of?

As I revisit the treehouse we built, now forlorn and overgrown, I can almost feel the branches reaching out to me. Is this the place we dreamed of, the sanctuary of our love that has since become a faded memory? I question if this is where we truly belonged, where we saw a future together despite the world's harsh judgments.

I wish for one more moment with you, Pon, to talk about everything we've lost and everything we hoped to gain. We once imagined a place just for us, hidden from the prying eyes and the constraints that sought to keep us apart. I wonder if this could be the end of all our dreams, or if there's still a chance for us to find that secret haven we envisioned.

If you have a moment to spare, why don't we escape to that place only we knew? The end of everything we hoped for seems so close now, and I find myself longing for one last chance to be with you in that special place.

Forever yours,

Sailub

Intrigued, Pavel sought out Pooh, his boyfriend and also the son of a person named "Pon", sensing a connection that transcended generations.

"Pooh, is this your father?" Pavel showed the picture that he picked up while they rummaged together through the things inside the treehouse. "Yes! That's him!" Pooh took the picture, shocked to see the two men together in an old picture.