𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣// 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐞

𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈

What is an angel? Do they even exist? How would you even know if one was standing right in front of you? If they do exist, then why am I constantly in pain? Why do my parents distaste every fibre of being? I think I saw one, actually I think I get to breathe in the presence of one everyday. She's like weed, making me feel all numb from the thrashing brunt of the world I'm suppose to call home.

I'm the gang's pet, but you. Ahhh the one and only Emri Curtis. You're high above us. Tell me again, whisper in my ears pretty words I can't unhear, how did you get stuck with us dirty greasers. You should be one the west side, with the 'jetset', maybe even higher above them, if there is one. I've never thought about that, you weren't one who believed in money. You believed wealth came from the people around you, the ones who love ya. Well you're wealthy either way and I'll always be the greaser from the east side.

I imagine we met at a fancy ball, me in a tux and you in the most extraordinary dress I'd seen. We'd be star crossed lovers, forbidden from each other's presence. But when were you one to listen to authority? And we'd dance. I'd spin you, having all the plastic girls swoon and rich boys envy. It would be Mozart, me in entranced by the sight of ya. The moonlight shimmering the delicate sparkles of your dress. Your curls dancing to the beat of the piano keys. Your hips swaying your dress. That playful grin on your face, you took after Soda. I'd spin you and you'd connect your soft lips to my rough ones and we'd tango with our tongues. Romeo and Juliet much?

But that's not how it happened. 

It was the day me and my parents moved to Venice for three years. I was sucking up tears and you stopped by to fetch an astray ball. We were four then. Golly, that was twelve years ago. You questioned what was wrong. I shook my head, you were quite persistent, but as a soon known disturbance, ma's scratchy voice stopped it. Soon enough, I was off to Venice. That's a letter for another time. You gave me a weak smile and plodded off to the famous Curtis house. Who woulda thought I'd come to love you twelve years later.