Jon and his friends ended in a church because of a French fan's letter. A service in a foreign language, next to Aurore who was the only one speaking their language. At least enough to understand them. Jon took a few French classes to write a speech that Aurore will read aloud. In his suit's pocket, he was feeling against his skin the letters sent by Alice. In the right order, maintened by a pickish violet ribbon - her favorite color, as she told him. This packet was always with him.
The first and last time he saw her, her face was damaged, a little bruised. She was lying in a coffin and had her eyes shut. Forever fall en into sleep.
Alice had been right. In reality, he would not stand her. Je would not stand seeing her. Because he was seeing her alive. He was seeing her sleeping for eternity, or on photographs distributed to the guests. He was seeing a younger Alice, smiling, reading with her earphones on. A hobby that seems to be almost a religion for her. Because that was how everyone knew her. And also how Jon knew her through her letters. Music, books, smiles. The way she defined herself, and how the others defined her.
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Between you and me. (English) // Jon Pfingsten (from An Honest Year - AHY)
FanficThis fanfiction features Jon Pfingsten from An Honest Year. I only wrote the main letters from Alice and Jon's story, and only included those Alice sent to Jon. I mentionned which letters they are, so you can understand their story. The original fr...
