October 1, 767
I watch for thy letters every day. I live for them.
I wish I could just close my eyes, and it would be Christmas, the months from now to then will be so long.
Who is regent of Christenland's throne?
I hope thou wast wise in soliciting him. Is it Lorin, or Sean, or Shannon?
Was it really five years ago we met? I rather believe it was only three. But, I cannot really remember. It seems ages and ages ago, and yet it all went so fast!
I wish thou couldst understand thou causeth much more grief by being away from me than by killing "him."
I thought I would just add a little to this note I started Monday. Truly, I do not think I cold be thee or have thy body, for then I must love myself and that I could not do because I love thee so much. Nay, I would not want to change and be anyone in the world, for now I have thy love.
Please, please be very careful. I know thou sayest that thy illness was not important, because thou wouldst not have me worry. I am terribly afraid that something might happen…heaven forbid!
How couldst I be gay and merry if perhaps thou lay dying away from me, and I not knowing.
No I canst not be gay and merry until I am with thee.
Please come soon.
And there, my friends, is an end to the letters.. from now on.. stories.
Before there was the novel, there were the stories...
by Nan Hawthorne, who also writes under Christopher Hawthorne Moss, Books and Stories b ChristopherHawthorne Moss at http://authorchristophermoss.vlogspot.com