Letters to Crowley

by anonniemoose

Alice had fallen in love with Fergus from a distance, but knew that she could never marry him. Too many things stood in their way. Class, his marriage, and many more that developed in her lifetime. So, she wrote these letters, never to be seen from him. It wasn't until centuries later he finally reads them. Eventual Crowley/OC.

Friday, May 23rd, 1680

Dear Mister MacLeod,
This is hard for me to write. I know that you do not know me, at least, not well, but I have been watching you from a distance. For some strange reason, I have grown fond of you. I know it is strange and bizarre, but I feel that I might love you.
It started when you saved me from the horse and carriage. I'm not sure if you remember. It was close to five years ago, after all. The carriage came loose, and I was to be pressed between the wooden frame and the ground, certainly, I would have been killed that day.
Instead, you pulled me out of the way. That lead to a rather awkward situation, after all, I had fallen on top of you and in a rather…indecent manner.
My mind wanders. It often does.
You have helped many people here in our village, which is strange because you often try to make it seem as if you are selfish, crude and vain. Many a time, my youngest siblings have returned with sweets given to them by you. You always give children your time, often spending more time talking to them and giving them the time of day, teaching them and learning from them, when most just walk by them.
You'll never see this, as I'll never send it. After all, tomorrow you wed. It breaks my heart that we will never be, but we are of two different classes. And you barely know or notice me.
I wish you well in your marriage and in your life. After all, there is nothing that a devoute Christian woman, such as myself, can do to get your attention after you have wed.
Alice.