A/N: First of my Dear Love series. I don't know where this sprang from. I should be practicing music, but I'm writing instead...Anyways, I just got my copy of MFoMT a few days ago and have been playing it non-stop. And this one also addresses my theory of that Angela, Claire, Chelsea, Jill, and the female player character of MM are one and the same, like some sort of Time Lord. I still haven't written that oneshot...Anyways!
Dear Love,
It's kind of weird to think you're gone. You said you'd stay here forever, day after day, doing the impossible. The impossible, of course, making everyone in this town fall head-over-heels for you like you're some sort of goddess – while, I may add, cleaning up cow dung every day.
That just about sums you up right there. Goddesses and cow dung. I'd wish you come back and tell me how ridiculous I'm being. I may lose my mind if I go another day without you.
By the way, your excuse for leaving was absolute BS. A change of scenery? Give me a break. Though, I suppose, it was also your excuse for coming to this miserable town.
I still don't know why you left. Maybe you we're lying at all. Maybe you just wanted to keep playing your game of Goddesses and cow dung, but with a change of scenery. Some fantastic 'island of happiness', I suppose. Or maybe an island with a breakfast food for a name. You were always weird like that.
I'd wish you'd come back.
Gray