Letters // [thomas shelby / peaky blinders]

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"G,

Pol's right. All I want in the world is to hear from you.

But I really want to hear you.

I used to be able to hear you whenever I wanted, but now it's like I can't even remember your voice.

Curse me out in your letter back, will you? I'm sure it'll bring that voice right back.

Arthur says hello and John says he hopes Katie is running fuckin' circles round you now.

The rest of the Brummie boys send you their best as well.

Hope everything is good at home, and I really hope that Pol got you that bottle of my cologne, love. You of all people deserve to smell me.

Sounded a bit weird, that.

Stop over serving Mrs. Summers and start serving yourself.

Love you endlessly,

Your Tom."

I trace my fingers over Tommy's letters, my thumb stroking the bolded "hear" from the letter that he had gone over a couple of times.

"Tommy?" Ada asks and I nod.

"A really sweet one." I smile.

"I miss him heaps." She sits down next to me and rests her head on my shoulder.

"Yeah, join my club." I laugh, and rest my head atop hers.