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Letters

Aurora's POV:

I finally got off the plane and stepped into the airport in London. I made it. After all those years, I made it.

I quickly grabbed my bags and placed my hands on my hips, anticipating the arrival of my friend Sarah who was coming to pick me up.

I sent her a quick text, telling her I was ready and as I did, I decided to check some of my other notifications.

I see one from Brendon.

Actually, multiple from Brendon.

Brendon: Baby, I miss you so much.

Brendon: I love you.

Brendon: You're probably on the plane right now. There's probably so many guys staring at you. They're all thinking only things I should be thinking.

Brendon: That's not important. I trust you.

Brendon: I just miss you so so much and I love you. But, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just have fun and be safe.

Brendon: Okay, when you get this check your bag. There should be a white envelope on top.

Brendon: And when you get this text me back. I miss you.

I smiled as I read his texts and I zipped open my bag.

Like he said, perched right on top was a long, white, sealed envelope.

I grabbed it and sat it on my lap before zipping my backpack back up and returning to it.

I tore it open and took out the piece of paper inside.

Dear Aurora,
Hey, baby. So, about a week before you left I was really thinking about how much I'm going to miss you. I can't even stand not going to the grocery store with you, how am I gonna stand when you're in London? Well, I figured I would write a letter and prepare it for when you're in London. This way you remember me, and this way you'll never miss me too much. So, here I am 2am the day before you're leaving, writing this letter and watching you sleep. I want to tell you that my love for you never dies and being without you is literal hell. By this time, I'm gonna jump ahead and assume I'm curled up in bed, being bugged by Spencer to get up and do something. Get out and be somebody. But, what if I physically can't? "Work on your damn music, you psycho.", he would preach. I would slap his shoulder. He would pretend to be hurt. It's so predictable by now. I can pinpoint every detail. You're probably sniffling like a mad woman. Saying, "Oh, Brendon! Who's gonna fuck me while you're gone? I want you so bad right now." And Id say, "Damn right you do." It would go back and forth for a while. Don't ask why I have to make everything overtly sexual, that's just me. Anyways, I love you so so much. We're going to forcefully FaceTime and text and call every day. It'll keep me sane. Also it would restrict Spencer's nerves a bit. You probably have better things to do than listen to my one-sided cocky conversations with myself so I'll let you go. If you need anything, I'm here. If you can't sleep late at night, I'll be here. Call me, text me anytime. Goodbye, Roary. Have fun.

-Your baby Brendon

I smiled, accepting the tears falling down.

I looked to my side to see Sarah, over my shoulder, her eyes scanning the page.

I could tell she finished reading when her arms found their way around my torso, hugging me.

"He's so cute. Can I have him?", She joked.

"I don't like sharing my beautiful baby." I said, clutching the paper.

She rolled her eyes.

"I bet he doesn't mind, either."

A/N: I'm so tired I just got back from my friends house and we've been like beachin' it all day. gahdamn. anyway I just finished sloppily editing this so I apologize if it sucks. also thanks for reading blah blah blah im gonna sleep now. love you.

-Emma💗