|
Post by Eragon on Oct 11, 2012 20:39:13 GMT -5
((this would start maybe almost a week after Sam left. I picture her handwriting as somewhere between a little bit neat, but still a hasty scrawl.)) Just for the record, this is technically not a diary. It's just a notebook, and I say that anyone who calls it something else is a liar. End of story. I'm just writing letters that I hope a certain person never ever reads. Actually I don't want anyone to ever get there hands on this, but least of the previously mentioned person. -- Dear Sam, I didn't think I could miss you so terribly bad after just a week. I mean, I knew I'd miss you a lot, but not this much! I miss fooling around with you, teasing your "artwork." Jk. I miss the pleasure of eliciting a smile from you. I miss the way you say my name, the way you occasionally shake your head at me. I like the way you play guitar and sing, and I miss hearing the sound of your voice--even if it did sound like Darth Vader last time I saw you. I miss your arm around my shoulders, and hugging you--I guess that my way of saying I care. I can't express things very well orally. I miss the way you're more considerate of other people than I am--I ought to take a page out of your book. Lastly . . . I miss the way you kissed me. Oh gods I can't believe I just wrote that. Heck a month ago I didn't even see myself having a friend! -Rachel
|
|
|
Post by Eragon on Oct 14, 2012 12:41:30 GMT -5
Dear Sam,
I miss having your shoulder to cry on. I had another nightmare last night, and I woke up with tears running down my face. I wish I could just stop having them. It's like I'm cursed or something. I hate it, I'm afraid to go to sleep. Lately I've just been staying up late reading to try and get away from it, but eventually I fall asleep. Then I have a nightmare and stay up for an hour or so after. I'm so tired, I feel like a wilted flower. Maybe I'll start taking a caffeine pill in the morning. I don't want mom to notice anything. I hope you're having a better time than me. Oh gods, I can't wait for you to get back.
-Rachel
|
|
|
Post by Eragon on Oct 18, 2012 9:21:58 GMT -5
Dear Sam,
Now I know I really miss you because of all things I miss your smirk. You've got the most annoying smirk I've ever encountered, but I miss it anyways. Again, another thing I thought I would never say/write, same thing. Oh yeah . . . if you find a picture on your phone of me covered head to toe in dust . . . just don't ask. Eos is all the explanation you need for that one.
Okay fine you really want to know? Eos found this under my bed -_-. Then when he figures out I don't want him to even touch it he runs upstairs to the attic. I follow. He disappears down some secret passage that leads to the kitchen, and we come out coated in dust. I use magic to try and get it back, but he keeps holding on so it drags him over and then mom made him give it back. Later he swipes my phone, takes a picture, and sends it to you. End of story time.
-Rachel
|
|