When, finally, Jonah was allowed into Angel's room, he sat on the edge of her bed and took her cold hand into his. "I love you," he whispered. "I do; do you still love me? I know this is all my fault and you'll probably never know what I'm saying or even worse -- not even wake up for me to ever be able to tell you anyways... But... I love you, and I'm sorry. I should've done something. I should've acted instead of sitting there paralyzed whole you were hit by that stupid f*cking car!" He wasn't actually yelling, of course, because he was in a hospital, but oh how he weird he'd he could... He wanted to scream out to the world that he didn't like this, that he wouldn't accept it -- he let a single tear fall -- but he couldn't...
"I, um... I found your letters, babe..." he whispered, gripping her hand a little tighter and lifting it up to kiss her knuckles. She was still his princess, he'd later recall. "Dear Future Lover..." he began out loud.
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Dear Future Lover
RomanceA young girl named Angel Rose writes to no one in specific, planning to give said letters to whomever she falls in love with, and thinks is "The One". Question is: Who is her "Future Lover"? COMPLETED
