"Meine Schatz,
There is not a way to write the words that rattle my heart in its ribcage, they remained trapped and yet so loose.
Hair reflecting violet light in its undertones as the eyes duck down, staring at feet with the intent to kill, you enchanted me. There's fire in you, dearest. It warms the fingers that crave to trail the paths your veins make and tickle the invisible thoughts you create.
To trace the pink lips, feel the ridges the hills your upper lip forms.
To connect your lips with mine, I believe such a kiss could birth universes.
Beloved, do you know what it is to crave with such longing, so much that all emotions, thoughts, desires are consumed by one aching need? To simply see your face.
If I could, I would rage, I would burn through the earth's very core to walk by your side.
To stand a thousand and one dark nights to hear you laugh.
To swallow the sea to see you smile.
To weave a second moon into the night so you'd never have to go without light.
To hold your hand so you never feel the need to cling to a shield.
I cannot battle this anymore, I surrender.
My heart will not listen to me and will not be commanded by logic.
So precious one, command it.
I consent and gladly give.
Ever yours,
Kommissar"
"Luisa, are you coming?" Pieter asks, huffing as sweat tickles his forehead, the crowd pushing into him to walk along the sidewalk.
Tanned hands tremble, an egg-shelled envelope hovers over a graffiti covered mailbox.
A hesitation.
Jaws clench, a letter is dropped.
The blue lid shuts with a resolute clang.
"Ja, I'll be right there."
Beca climbs out of her car, sore muscles stretch as she walks to her silver letterbox. It's nestled comfortably and permanently next to its identical brothers.
She hums as she thumbs through her mail.
Bill.
Bill.
Scam.
Trash.
Another bill.
A creamy envelope catches her attention.
She opens it in confusion, there's not a return address.
"Tiny maus,
Hope you are resting your vocal chords. Can a throat as tiny as yours make a big enough sound to even be heard over the many fans chanting DSM's name?
See you at Worlds.
Ever the best,
Kommissar"
