Nox's Words

Dear Amy, from Nox

Amy,

I guess that's how most letters start, with a name, even letters which a person isn't going to send to said recipient. You'll probably never see this, but then again, that's kind of the whole point. I don't think I've ever known where to begin when it comes to anything, but with you it feels easy. It's like I'm talking to you right now and everything is just spectacular in retrospect, like it was when we first met. Gods, your eyes, they sparkled even in the dullness of that cave. I still remember the sea I came upon when I came closer and closer still. I swear, despite my heinous behavior and my gruff nature, you were the only person in the room in that moment.

Oz hasn't been the same for me since you came here. I never saw so many colors. Rambunctious reds, boisterous blues, great greens, and fantastic pinks were brought to life. What? You thought I was going to do alliterations the whole time? I'm not that much of a nerd, sorry to disappoint. Though, I have to admit that you've awoken something in me. I don't usually do this sort of thing...writing out my feelings. I'll bet you thought I was some sort of unfeeling sociopath, right? Well, you're only half right. I didn't feel all that much before I met you. As sappy as that sounds, it's true. I've spent most of my life underground with Mombi, Gert, and Glamora. Don't get me wrong, I love those girls, but it gets a bit mundane sometimes.

Mombi used to nag to me like a worried mother. In a way, she is the only mother I've known ever since the murders of my real parents. Writing that word murder, it gives me a pit in my stomach. She's raised me since she found me covered in others' blood and crying. Yes, I'm a boy and contrary to popular belief, we cry too! Who would've known? Anyway, I love her to death, but her constant lectures on my fighting skills and the use of my powers are too much to handle for hours on end some days. If anything, I always wanted to teach someone else what I know, what I was born with. Gert did the same things, harped on me like I'm a trained seal or something in one of those traveling circuses in Oz (which we should totally go to, you know as friends...or as a date!), which make their way around our fair country and peddle local gullible souls for money. Glamora mostly kept to herself and she still does.

Then you came along...

Gods, it was like a lantern floating under the night sky. I don't even know what Gods I'm exclaiming to, but in the name of you, Amy Gumm, I could learn to believe in them. How in the hell can I come up with enough adjectives to describe how you make my bruised heart fly? How can I not get lost in those eyes, grey storms meeting a galactic hazel sea? Why can't I imagine going anywhere without you? How many more times will you continue to surprise me with every little thing that you do or say? Every impulsive move you've made and every single venomous word you've spat at me was either deserved or in defense of something you cared deeply about. I could see the flames in your eyes and that's a fire that won't soon go out. I envy you in that respect. I envy your ability to still be bearing the weight of emotion even when you want to shut it off. See, I've never been blessed with this talent. Hence, the reason we've fought so much. Hence, the reason I'm writing this, to get all of my thoughts in order before I'd ever speak these words aloud and risk fucking them up.

I feel so very alive around you and Gods knows I know you feel the same. I can see it in your eyes and your perfect smile. My world used to be so black and now I can say different.

I can say my favorite color is pink.

Love,

Nox