02/23/1965
Dear John,
Malcolm X was assassinated two days ago at a rally. Everyone is taking it pretty hard. I'm not sure when his funeral will be taking place, but I'll keep my eyes and ears open. Hopefully I can go.
I really miss you, Johnathan. You've been gone for a year and a half. When can I see you? Feel you? I'm at my ending point. I don't know what I'm supposing to be doing. Traveling around and participating in sit-ins and fighting in marches just seems repetitive. We're barely making progress, and when we do, it's small. Where are you to motivate me? Guide me? I left everything behind for you. I risked being disowned and leaving my country for you. The FBI has been close to catching me too many times for comfort, for God's sake!
Eighteen months is long enough. Please come out of hiding now. I can't be without you much longer.
Jaren
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Fanfiction[A Krii7y Historical Fiction] A series of letters between two lovers, who also happen to be fighters.
