Love Letters

Letter Two

"Dave, my love,

I think I miss you even more today than I did the very first day. That day, it was like a searing pain that ripped through me, but then the tears came flooding and all I could really focus on was how hard my sobs racked my chest. Today though, just four days later, my tears have run out. They always find their way back to me at night, when I'm trying to sleep but cannot without the weight of you lying next to me. But during the day, my family drags me around, always calling for my "help." I know they don't really need me, I can't even use my powers; I'm quite pathetic. They just want me because they're scared to leave me out and have me end up like Vanya. But during these times, I always feel so fucking empty. I know it's my heart, that I simply cannot feel anything but sorrow in the shattered pieces of my heart.

But Vanya. Shit, I've been thinking about her so much. Now that we know more about her, things you don't even know because father hid them from us and we've just found out now, I understand her more. Really, we're alike now more than ever. Sure, we'd both been a little outcast as kids (her for being powerless and me for being a fucking weirdo), but it never occured to me that father would manipulate her like he did to me. I mean, he shut us both into these terrifying vaults to manifest our powers. And when it didn't work out in the way he wanted, he beat us down. For her, a powerless ball of anxiety. For me, an addict who'd do or take anything to get the voices that don't belong to him out of his head.

But more than understanding her, I want to reach out to her. Everyone else has been trying to, Allison especially, but they are all royaly fucking it up. I think I could do it, really, but I don't know what to say to her. And I wish you were here to tell me what to say. You're so fucking good at that; just knowing exactly what someone needs to hear and how to say it. I can't do that, my speech gets all mumbled and I say things that don't make sense to anyone but myself. But you understood. You let me take my time, say things as incorrectly as I had to, and then tell me exactly what I needed to hear. It's one of the reasons why I love you.

So right now, my head aches with how much I wish I could hear your encouragement, your endlessly helpful advice, your reminders that you love me even when I'm having a tough time. I just wish I had you.

Your stupid future-lover,
Klaus"

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Dave found the letter on his porch again, as he had before. Honestly, he'd forgotten a bit about the last one. Life had been so hectic, getting things ready before he left for his required time in the army.

But as he stared at it, all he could really think was: didn't whichever creep who was leaving them at least know how to use a mailbox?

He picked it up though, curiosity winning over his better judgement. The pink envelope wasn't even sealed this time, and the corners were creased dozens of times over. Someone had held it anxiously, fingers catching on the edges and the seal left unused for easy access to reading it for the hundredth time. These observations made Dave tilt his head as he pulled the letter out.

He scanned it, picking up on the messy scrawl as being the exact same as last time. So was the name signed carefully at the bottom.

Dave read the letter carefully, soaking in the emotion that was laid bare before him. Though he had warned himself to read the letter emotionlessly, he found himself pulled to it, but not by paranoia like he had feared. Instead, he felt anxiousness for this person, not because he was worried they'd harm him, but because they seemed so alone, so desperate for help. And Dave yearned to be able to help them.

But still, he didn't know who had written him the letter. The name was so outlandish to him, and none of the names mentioned were familiar either. The content of the letters didn't make any sense, explaining things Dave didn't comprehend, couldn't even if he wanted to.

So he put the letter with the last one, promising himself that he would wait and decide what to do if he received a third one.