Beloved Jacob,
Isn't it weird? We never spoke face to face with one another and yet I can't help but miss you more than ever.
Your face, voice and sparkling mannerism brought me many sleepless nights and an aching heart.
My daily life is plastered with questions:
Will you remember me once we'd met?
Will you like me?
Could you ever see me the way I do you?
Not one meeting happened yet.
So the only reasonable question I may ask would be:
What will you think of my letters?
For more to come
YOU ARE READING
Clandestine
FanfictionJacob Frye 1888 / Female Reader ❝Do you believe in ghosts?❞ In which a new threat haunts London and Jacob receives anonymous love letters.
