Dear Niklaus,
A new revelation came to me today. No, that is a lie, it has been there, its just that people die. People come and go daily as freely as the wind traveling through the park's historical oak trees. I look at myself in the mirror and I see a mess. A dark and battered mass that has a deeper purpose. Maybe? I believe in you even though you feel as if you are dark, impure, flawed, broken. You are dark in a since of beauty, impure in a since of trials, flawed in a since of a building of strength, and broken in a since of a nurtured need of love. I am flawed, broken, impure and dark too, you don't have to go it alone. I am here for you. I have love for you. I am in love with you. I need you in every sense of the word. Save me so that I may save you.
Yours Truly,
A/N: Who's next you decide.