Edlin POV
January 29, 1942
I've been receiving regular letters from Tad, and every letter is like a new bud of hope.
Each letter means that he's still okay and his writing is the same as always. It still concerns me that he seems so okay in this situation.
Our routine was like clockwork, I'd receive a letter about every other week and i'd send a reply. Lot's of times i'd have nothing to say other than my usual ranting and worrying. Tad didn't mind though apparently.
Of course I never could get rid of the awful pit in my stomach, the feeling of never ending dread. It was okay for a while, but soon the letters stopped coming.
I stopped going to school but my mother didn't know so I would spend most of the day wandering around, sitting and reading.
Every Time a new day came around I could feel that same little spark of hope as I did before. But soon days became weeks and eventually months
. I'd given up.
The day I realized that my best friend, one of the only people I actually cared about, was never coming back. I cried. Millions of times before I told myself I wouldn't cry if it came to it. I would stay strong, for my friend.
But the feelings poured in like a poison fog, clogging up my senses and thoughts. Somewhere I still had a ounce of hope though. I thought of an infinite amount of possibilities as to why the letters had stopped coming.
Maybe it's childish of me to still believe that Tad was still okay, but I still had faith.
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Dear Edlin
Historical FictionSeparated from his best friend, trapped in the cattle cars ready to bring him to his death, Tad has never had much good luck. Using his humorous voice to bring reality to his only listener, Tad writes Edlin letters throughout his journey. :/For Edli...
