—Gilbert’s POV—
I giggled happily and skipped to the mailbox; another day another letter from him the guy of my every single dream. This guy was the one person who I never ever wanted or was willing to give up on or never give away. I never ever had to and that was something that made me happy, like really truly happy. His name was Roderich Edelstein, and he was perfect!
I pulled the letter from the mailbox and closed the door; I returned to the front door of the house and sat down at the desk. I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper unable to wipe the small of my face. I couldn’t even believe how incredibly happy I was. There was just so much I wanted to tell him and I couldn’t wait to read it!
Roderich is the most handsome man in the entire world and I am so glad to have him in my life. I mean I’m pretty full of myself I prance around and act like I’m all that and I mean c’mon, I am~ but when it comes to Roderich there was just something I couldn’t quite get myself to comprehend. God blessed me with such an amazing person as Roderich who loved me back like I loved them. Roderich is awesome, way more awesome than I am, and I do not say that lightly!
I smiled and tore open the small envelope, I stared down at all the other letters he had sent me previously, I had set the new letter face down on the desk to flatten it slightly, I sighed happily at the letters and chuckled reading over a few of them as they lay scattered. Oh Roderich you’re amazing, you really know that? I thought staring down. I chuckled softly and flipped it over. I chuckled again this time fear and nervousness filled the room rather than the extremely happy laugh. No ‘Kesesese’ only something that sounded pained and horrified; just how I felt.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach making me want to puke, my stomach churned as I stared down at the letter, I was still doing my best to make sense of it, and what it meant. It wasn’t registering, nothing I could barely breathe. I just didn’t understand, it… it was going so well, wasn’t it? I clutched the letter in my hands hearing the crumpling sound of the paper, and the loud smashing explosion of my heart. My eyes wouldn’t tear away from the page, what did it mean a-and why!? I-It just wasn’t making sense. Tears welled in the corner of my eyes threatening my vision. I closed my eyes tightly letting those few tears escape.
‘I’m getting married Goodbye’ the letter itself was confusing, to whom, and why? What about us? What happened to always what happened to ‘I’ll love you until I die!? D-Did he forget, because I didn’t!? I was so confused I-I… I just couldn’t I can’t register what’s even going on. Wh-Why Roderich, why did you have to do this? I thought in a daze. My vision was blurring from the tears, I pawed through the letters from before, h-he was kidding, right, ha ha Roderich, you’re so funny… C’mon we had a great time last week! I grabbed the letter he had last written and addressed to me before this joke letter.
‘Gilbert, I miss you with all of my heart. This week I'll be away in Augsburg, maybe it would be fitting to see you once I'm there, what do you say? I'll be there from the fifth to the seventeenth, I'm sure you'll find the time, if you don't than that's fine. I've been looking for Jobs nearby; I might find something closer to you. I guess that's all I have to say on the matter. Until we meet again, Roderich,’
hadn’t ever expected this to happen, to us, everything we had worked so hard to build was finally, finally, finally going according to plan! Everything was going so great… wasn’t it? How is it that I lost the love I loved the most!?! It wasn’t making sense, who was he getting married to, and why? We hadn’t gotten caught, even by Ludwig or Feliciano; no one had caught us yet! We were always so careful, we never showed that we were in a relationship in public, we knew better than that! More tears slid down my cheeks and off my chin and onto the desk. I couldn’t stand it! I just couldn’t fucking stand it, why Roderich why the fuck did you leave me!? I thought, as I slammed my fists against the desk.
