1st Letter

 

most cherished,

Upon attaining a clearer understanding of our current position, it seems almost trifling that I cannot come to a decision on what it is to write you. The week has held unsteadily, hurling my body into sickness and tossing my mind into layered thoughts as the storms would the seas in the tempest. 
This week has been by far the most impactful. And though the horrors of sickness persist and the claims over my mind trudge forward, I await light and I seek beyond hope.

Exhibitions required of me from my learned professor, as Aspasia would have required of Socrates, belaboured me enough to thrust me into the unknown sins of fear and anxiety and doubt. Tis’ a learning experience I must not forget. One, courteous and yet firm, I cannot be thankful enough.

My heart aches unending, the loss of both a friend and a lover, will forever dim me.
But there is joy in clarity, there is safety in sitting farther from the melting sun like Icarus.

And with a broken spirit, I write you, declaring that your questionable behaviour as regards L, the son of light, has me in an inclination to believe that the need to feed your curiosity will endanger us both. 

Just like I have reiterated in our previous messages, I will subject you to martyrdom were it to come to that. 

Stand steadfast. The predators that you say seek to eat me will consume you first.

I hope we can find time to meet and speak again. I constantly think of how we will part ways like the way wet paper weakly falls apart after water has drenched it completely. 
Write me again, so I may know how you fare. I can only ask you not forget me.

                                                           

                                                Most sincerely, yours.

And in all this, he couldn't write me a paragraph.