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Dear Brooklyn...

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Dear Brooklyn,…

Dear Brooklyn,

How are you? It's been a long time since I last saw you. I'm fine in case you're wondering, although these last few months have been quite busy. Still, this year has gone by with flying colours; plagued with sorrow and brimmed with overjoyed memories.

~

I was hired as a gatekeeper for the Royal Palace just a few weeks ago. I know it's a strange occupation. Plus, gatekeepers are often overlooked, and I'm sure you are aware by now how much I adore the spotlight. This royal family however is a true delight to the realm. Two sons and a daughter. The girl's mighty beautiful, and they say that she's even capable of bonemending. But not as beautiful as you, Brook. Never as beautiful as you.

~

My sister laughs at me often, and teases me about how I'm never going to be wed, Brook. But I don't think she ever knew about you. She probably never knew about you. Now that I think back on it, we probably never should've kept it hidden from everyone else. Regret; it's a harsh word when said aloud. I'm sorry; I know you wouldn't like that.

~

Do you still remember that time? When we fell into the lake? Or when you dumped the pig water onto my head? We used to laugh and joke around about our ordeals, remember? When we would go carousing and celebrate our victorious hunts? Or caroling for beggars on Christmas Eve? Or when I held you that night in front of your house while you cried into my chest for your mother?

~

I miss you Brooklyn. I know it may hurt you to read this, so I apologize in advance; but I miss you, and every night I cry myself to sleep thinking of how you should've been there beside me. It's been three years now and that first day I honestly believed that I couldn't live another day without your heart wrenching laughter, or the sight of you biting your lower lip, deep in thought. Living was like hell for me. Every year, on our anniversary, I would ride out to the lake. Do you remember that lake? The lake where I got down on one knee and asked to have you? The lake where you gave yourself to me? Do you see me when I gallop through the forest on Prancer? Or my tears as they fall into the water as I cry for you?

~
Dakota's alive and well. We've become closer to each other now. Sometimes, we remember you together as well. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be writing this letter right now. He was there with you that night, remember? Do you remember his face when he last saw you? That's how I felt when I first heard. Brooklyn, he told me how it happened. That night. He said you had felt sick and had gone to your cabin to rest. Not long after, panic broke out. But you never heard it. The screams. The water. The pounding of feet. It was Dakota who came back for you, wasn't it? But, he was too late, wasn't he? The ship lurched and your cabin collapsed. And there was your beautiful face; pale skin, closed hazel eyes, long golden hair, dangling from a thin string of skin.

~

Sometimes, people pass by my window and I can't help but wonder how each of them has a different story behind their lives. There're people who laugh and smile cheerfully with their friends, and hide a great amount of pain and loss from the people they love. Then there are people with red eyes and pouty frowns who've never realized how lucky they are to have food on their table or a family to go home to.

~

I hope you're faring well. I will try to write more often, and update you about my life as a Royal Gatekeeper. Meanwhile, I'll pray for you and hope that you watch over me from where you are. Along with this letter, I'm sending my everlasting love and gratefulness for always being there for me; perhaps not physically, but mentally and spiritually.

Lots of love,
Yves
Here's a little oneshot I wrote before going to bed. I was kinda in that deep and thinking-about-life kinda mode, and I wanted to do something more "grown-up" and from and adult's point of view. It's supposed to be a letter from a young man named Yves to his dead girl Brooklyn. The character Yves was originally a very old gatekeeper from the book "The Bonemender" and "The Bonemender's Oath". He is an extremely minor character that only shows up once or twice throughout the whole story. This letter was supposedly written when he was still young and blooming (?LOL?). The character Brooklyn is my own, however her death I took from another novel called "The Gravesavers", whereas a 13 year old girl meets a 15 year old boy named Thomas, who died in the past on a ship that sank sailing to America. In the turmoil, Thomas had had his head cut off when the top bunk of his and his brother's bunk bed fell and crushed him. (Emo of me...I know...OTL) It's not my best work, since I was extremely tired and just needed something to write about :S.
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I really do enjoy this piece. It kind of hits that adult feel but still feels very younger adult/ teen in some places. Still a touching letter, with a lot of through and love but behind it. You can feel how this man is pouring himself into in hopes to lighten the pain he feels.

Your lay out kind of threw me off. I see the style you were going for but it kind of makes it feel choppy. Like Yves is sitting at her grave talking more then it's a letter.