#mcpricley

...is this thing on?

Write a letter from Kevin to Connor on the 10 year anniversary of leaving Uganda. 

I am so tempted to turn this into a full fic but I will somehow find it in myself to hold back. 

(I won’t)

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Somehow, it has been 10 years. 

Kevin doesn’t really know where the time has gone, or what he’s done in those 10 years, but he’s definitely 10 years older. He wishes he could say that he is wiser, but he makes worse decisions at 29 than he did at 19. The only good choice he’s ever made was keeping Arnold Cunningham in his life, but even that didn’t last forever; Arnold had very quickly gotten tired of constantly arguing about whether or not going on a ‘atonement retreat’ really ‘cured him’ of his sins. Kevin was sure that it did, Arnold was sure that it didn’t. Though, Kevin's lack of long-term relationships probably answers that question better than either of them will ever be able to. 

Arnold is still around sometimes, though, so Kevin supposes he can’t complain. Anyone else would have completely abandoned him years ago. 

He sits at his kitchen table, staring down at a notepad and pen, wondering why on earth he is about to write a letter to his first - and only - boyfriend just because some stupid article had told him that writing a letter to your ex is therapeutic and helps you move on. 

The fact that it is 10 years to the day since Kevin turned his back on Connor McKinley seems beyond cruel. He sighs and picks up his pen, twirling it around his fingers for a few minutes before he finally plucks up the courage to write a letter that will never be read.