Love letters: A to kill a mockingbird fanfiction
Dear Jem,
Summer was beautiful, the birds singing and the sun basking us in its glorious heat. I will never forget the love I confessed to you that day by the stream, the water rushing over the rocks as smoothly as your voice. Jem, I will never be able to describe the thrill I felt when you said you loved me too, those words will always hold a special place in my heart. Maybe one day we can tell Atticus and we can run away to the little cabin in the woods you always said you liked and we would have two kids too who we would raise perfectly so they are ready to fly out into the world. Whenever I hear the birds chirping, especially the mockingbirds that sang so gloriously in Maycomb county, I think of you, but there are not many of them here. Thanks for the memories,
Love Dill
To Dill
It is winter now and it seems like a million years since we were sat by the stream. Summer seems like a blur now so happy compared to this bleak winter. We are at Finches landing but I wish I could be spending Christmas with you, holding hands by the warm firelight. All I want for Christmas is to see your face and feel my heart pumping and my blood speeding around my body, my head trying to make sense of those wonderful emotions I felt. I hope you are having a lovely Christmas yet have not forgotten those precious days we spent together. There is nothing I want more than you. Christmas wishes,
Love Jem
Dear Jem
The spring flowers are starting to blossom now and all I can think is that each new one brings me closer to you. The animals are coming out from hibernation, ready for the beautiful year ahead. There is no longer any cold lurking in the woods or brutal north wind whistling through the streets, this season always reminds me of you ready to start even when you have been beaten. I am longing to see you again, and the beautiful flowers only remind me more of you and Miss Maudies azaleas. But the spring is just a mockery of summer, the time of love and freedom and you Jem. Nearly there now,
Love Dill
To Dill,
We are here now the glorious season of summer and everything is so bright and colourful. I wait at the window for you Dill there is not much left now. Scout and me are playing together but I cannot compare your company to hers, love is a much different relationship. I wake up every morning hoping to see your smiling face outside the veranda waving up at me. I hope thatr the next time we speak it is in words not letters for nothing is the same as hearing your soft voice for pond is ready for us Dill and all the adventure that lurks in Maycomb county for this is a county of true adventure. I'll be waiting,
Love Jem