Letters // [thomas shelby / peaky blinders]

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I wake up and head down the Garrison, ready for my day of work.

"Fucks sake." I groan, looking around the place. It's still a mess from last night. Fucking Dorothy. I take a look into the private room and see her asleep on the couch. "Great." I nod and close the door behind me, getting to work at cleaning up.

"Georgia?" The postman comes in a while later and I smile, stopping my scrubbing at a puddle of ale on the ground.

"Thanks, mate." I say and he nods before leaving the bar. "Up. Get home, get dressed, get back. It's a fucking nightmare out there." I say to Dorothy.

"What time is it?"

"Nearly midday, so I would get back quick." I say and she nods, running out of the pub and I sit, opening my letter from Tommy. It's been a while since I've heard from him, and it's nearing a year that he's been gone.

"Georgia.

Battle was taking up quite a lot of my time, sorry I couldn't write.

It's nearing a year since I've seen you, and I miss you more than ever. I don't think I'll ever leave a trench or a tunnel. Don't take that and runaway with your mind. That's a real possibility, I'm afraid.

Love you always. Stay happy, my Georgia.

Your Tommy."

He's gone mad.

I take a piece of paper and get to writing to Arthur.

"Arthur,

I think Tommy's gone mental. Slap him around will, you?

That or get him to talk. Get him to remember happy times back at home, please.

Make him fucking cry, Arthur. It's what makes him feel better, as much as he doesn't want to admit it.

Thanks in advance,

Georgia."

"Fucking Thomas Shelby." I shake my head and get back to cleaning up.