❝ trust them. I tell myself. they'll help you.❞
╰┈➤ on march 3, 1969 the united states navy established an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots.
its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and to ensure that the handful of m...
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miss quinn miller 7 brook wood street miramar, California
mr and mrs johnson 198 hill lane brooklyn, new york
6 july 1986
dear, quinn
thank you for sending theodore's dog tags back, we know how hard this must have been for you, but it means a lot that you have found the courage to send them back to us, we hope you are doing well. enclosed is a polaroid of theodore, you, jasper and cleo. he used to keep it in his wallet as safe keep. take care of yourself now.
sending our love, mr and mrs johnson.
i furrow my eyebrows at the words "polaroid enclosed" removing the letter out of the envelope i probe around in the paper before drawing out a small polaroid. 4 smiling faces stare back at me clinging onto each other, the photo was taken christmas day 1984 in front of a twinkling christmas tree sparkling with tinsel and baubles at axis' parents' house. i remember all of us being invited round to axis' house for christmas, we stayed there for a few days, and they were some of the happiest i've ever had. i grin back at the faces in the picture euphorically moving my finger over the smooth, glossy surface
"what is it?" axis implores trying to peer over my shoulder her.
i offer the polaroid to her, she outstretches her hand and withdraws it from me, i watch as she gives it a once over before she breaks into a wide beam.
"hey this was at my parent's house!" she exclaims joyously "christmas day 1984"
i nod my head delightedly "bolt's parents left it for me, in their reply to my letter"
axis holds the photo up to the light turning it left and right "i had no idea he had this, i always wondered where it went"
i nod in agreement, taking the photo gently from axis' fingers when she passes it me back, i stare contently at it before slipping it into my pocket, i make a quick mental note to stick it to the refrigerator later using our magnets. i hastily remove our house key from the same pocket and turn it promptly into the lock stepping into our house.
making my way into my bedroom i stick the letter into my nightstand drawer brushing some other random objects to the side to make way for it, i take a fleeting glance at my calendar hanging on my wall, my eyes catch the date tomorrow, 7th of july, a tuesday. i have a therapy session tomorrow with my therapist cythnia and charlie as usual with be in the room. i'm enterally thankful that charlie is in there with me, i'm not a huge fan of cythnia she's good at her job and all but she has a habit of treating me like something she has to fix instead of someone who just needs a little professional help to ameliorate themselves.
