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Dear Jimmy,
I hope these letters find you well. I cannot even imagine what it could be like there on the hallowed grounds of the battlefield, no blooming flowers in sight. I wish you didn't have to go, but I understand why. You deserve to be able to seek out your purpose, even if I will never understand why you chose to fight.
Were we not enough?
Joel is worried for you, though he will never say it out loud. He comes over almost everyday now, often staying long past the setting sun. Things are a little easier with him there, especially since he gets news about the war more easily than I do. That's how I know you're still alive.
He also brings his hounds round, on the lonelier days. When the war is over, we should keep some pets too.
Know that I wait by the steps of our home every night, praying for the end of the war. Praying that you will be safe and well. If the war ends, that means you get to come home, right?
I've planted new flowers for you in the empty valley we call home, little white daisies blooming in your absence. I hope you get to see them, one day.
With love,
Your husband, Scott
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Dear Scott,
I'm writing this as I retire for the night, listening to the critters and monsters outside. I cannot help but wonder if you too are looking outside your window, at the same lonely moon. Maybe we are sharing this moment together, despite the distance between us.
I miss you dearly, love. Your letters help soothe the aches in my bones, but nothing will compare to being able to hold you in my arms. I will come back to see what you have planted, and see all the beauty you have transformed our home into.
I can only wish I was there with you, every step of the way.
Grian says we should let our loved ones know that we will be moving to the front lines in a week to meet the Red King himself. We do not know how this fight will go, but I will do anything to be able to see you again. Do not fret, my dear, Scar and Grian always have a plan. I trust them with my life.
I am afraid I am looking forward to seeing you again, soon. Please, wait for me. The end of the war is coming.
With love,
Your husband, Jimmy
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Dear Jimmy,
Joel tells me that meeting on the front lines ended with a bloodbath. He tells me that there is a truce, and understanding between both factions. He tells me that the leader of the desert folks was heavily injured in battle, but alive. I know you were always with those two, so you must be okay too.
Please, write back to me love, so I know that you are okay.
I cannot lose you.
I wove you a crown of flowers today, for you to wear when you return. It's made of those daisies, freshly bloomed, and your favourite poppies we planted together before this fruitless battle. You must return soon, or they will wilt in your stead.
You promised we were worth it, that you will return to me. I've never known you to be a liar. I will look out at the moon every night, until we meet again.
Yours Faithfully,
Scott
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“Are you Scott?”
“...yes. Who are you?”
“My name is Grian, and I am sorry for your loss.”
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Dear Jimmy,
A royal carriage came to see me today. I thought you would be in there, rushing out to meet me with open arms. In my mind, I would pick you up, twirl you around and welcome you home. I would tell you how everyone has been, how things have changed.
Instead, Grian walks out to greet me with a handful of letters, and your sword.
Was the fight so worth it, that it had to take you away from me? In your last moments, did you look up to see the sun, squint, and pretend you were home? You told me we were forever, that things will always be okay.
You’re a liar, Jimmy. I hate you I miss you I hate that you’ve been taken from me so early. I see you in the flowers that surround our home, and I want to pluck them from the ground to stop seeing you there. There is no beauty in the things created in your absence.
We were meant to be, I know we were. This world was too cruel to us, keeping us apart even up til your last moments.
This will be my final letter to you. I will see you soon, love. Please, wait for me this time.
Forever yours,
Scott
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Dear Scott and Jimmy,
It’s been 10 years since you both left us, and I am writing to you from your gravestones. Did you know that someone has been sending you both flowers every day? I’ve never seen their faces, but I see them disappear beneath a cloak sometimes. I guess you had more friends than I knew.
Do you like your graves? I got them to bring you back, Jimmy, and you both rest beneath the meadows you loved. The children come to play here sometimes, but I imagine you both would like the company and so I do not stop them.
The war is nothing but a distant memory now. The losses on both sides made both factions agree to be allies instead of enemies, and times are a lot more peaceful now. Still, I talk about you two to the others sometimes, to keep your memory alive. You were kind to me, back then, so I will honour your memory with my words and actions.
I hope that wherever you are, you both have found your happiness in each other. This world was never kind to you two, but I hope you’ve found kindness elsewhere. But until my time is up here, I will remember you two with every breath I take.
Take care, friends.
Love,
Joel