#letter4

Sorry to say that even if (when) I do end up in the hospital wing, you're still going to have to deal with me.

Yours,

Thorn

P.S. I was going to leave the letter at that for the mystery of it all, but my friend tells me there's a reason that I know almost nothing about you after two months of letters. Apparently, it's NOT because I'm oblivious to the world around me, which is a refreshing change. This time, it seems to be because I don't write enough in my letters.

"You and your parchmate should be much closer. You can only correspond a maximum of three times a day, so you must take advantage and give your partner more to work with. Maybe try some conversation games to get started."

Honestly. I think I know you plenty. For an anonymous being and all.

The point is, McGonagall will be introducing a new way to speak to each other next week because some people have been complaining about not being able to talk to their parchmates as frequently as they like. Soon, I'm going to be just a quill away. Surely you're bursting at the seams with excitement.

be forced in the same torturous facility that I had been. They are growing strong both in body and powers. Not as strong as mine thankfully but they can fly and lift stuff. If ever you find these letters. I should send this one to. You will find her and my kids. Say something only we would know.. she will know I hope if ever you find her before you find me. Knowing my luck, you're gone. Why am I still writing? Hope I guess. If you find them and I'm gone, protect them.-Love And- It Cuts Off (2/2)

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Tom read the last remaining letter; the feeling of humbled joy for his son, even if terribly nostalgic of a time and place he never got to participate in, suddenly started to drop into something else as Andrew continued to explain how he had to leave them behind. He mentioned a facility he had been in and torture, and Tom’s own memories of what that was like ripped a new anger vividly up through him.

It was one thing when it was him, but the idea that someone touched his son and would possibly harm his son’s children -- HIS grandchildren. The fact that he was telling him then in 2019 to use a code to his mate ... and it cut off.

At that, Tom flew up from the bed he had found himself sitting on as he had read the letters, and he desperately went to find the locater that Sebastian had found that showed whether or not Andrew was still alive. 

He found it in the drawer of his bedstand and breathed in relief so hard.

He was alive. Still moving but alive.

But were his kids? His mate?

There was no more fucking around. He was finding them and his Andrew NOW not later. He was finding his fucking family and saving them.

So, I kind of forgot to reply to your last letter. Shit got really busy around here and I just didn’t have time, So, you know, I’m still alive, just busy. Things are sort of calmed down a little, though, so I guess better late than never with this huh? Hope things are still going alright where you’re at. Been a shit ton of garbage on the news with shit going on, so like. Hopefully you’re not dealing with any of it. Dunno how all that works, but. Yeah. Anyway, I guess you know, just hope you’re okay. And again, sorry it took me so long to get this out in the mail. Not a whole lot to update on, things are still shit here, so yeah. That’s it, I guess. 

I'm sorry for yesterday. I know I decide about things too impulsively and I hurt you with my words at times. Forgive me and the fear I have for this growing feelings I have for you. Like I told you in that letter written in a coffee shop tissue, I think I'm better with words once I've written it down than saying it out loud.

I also want to thank you for understanding, for being the mature person in this relationship, for making me realize that my worries are relevant but impedes the happiness that we could have. I promised you I'll do my part and you have to believe me that I will.

You apologized after I did and you have no idea how relieved I am that you accepted it. I'm crazy and paranoid and I know it will be hard to deal with me at times but I hope you'll extend your patience, I hope you'll continue reassuring me of your love for me.

I'm in this now for the long run, no more hiding, no more trying to break things off. I'll be with you as long as you hold my hand.