To My Heart;
Dear Drake,
Has it really been that long? How long has it been since I saw you last? How long has it been since I touched your hand? I can hardly breathe with the knowledge that you're just a thin barrier away from me; that I could almost reach out and touch your face again. I can scarcely believe this injustice that prevents me from sweeping you into my arms and holding you close again.
I miss you. I miss you so much. I want to know how you're doing.
War is a terrible thing, to tear us apart.
How is it going? Are you winning? Surely you must be, what with you, such a handsome and talented man on your side. I'm wishing you good luck at the moment. I'm hoping that when you go out there, you'll hold me in your heart. I hope you win this god-forsaken war, Drake. I'm counting on you.
The time is short and I have to say my farewell.
I'll love you always
Dearest Drake,
How's life nowadays? I've heard some awful things about your life. I can see you now, standing tall and proud, always being my Drake.
Don't let life knock you down.
Alas, this letter must be cut short; I have important issues to attend to.
Forever and Always
Drake,
Why have you not been replying to my letters? Do you not love me anymore?
I have to say, I'm sincerely hurt.
But I'm still waiting for you. I'm still waiting for the say when you'll be mine again. I'm waiting for you on the other side Drakey and I'll always be here. I'm always going to be in your life, whether you want me to be or not.
I hope that one day, you'll let me back in.
Love,
Mom
Drake watched in morbid fascination as the papers burned in the fire. His eye twitched as he felt his arm go limp as his face betrayed his horror.
What were these things?
Only a few things could upset Drake Merwin and letters from his mother definitely fit that category.
Sam observed the scene of Drake standing by the fire, disgust eminent on his face.
He snickered.
Sam didn't always follow Quinn's advice.
But this was totally worth it.
Snickering again, he wondered why Drake never realized that this was the FAYZ, and that there was no possible way that his mother could be writing letters to him.
Grinning, Sam pulled out another stack of neatly printed letters, courtesy of Lana. He always knew that there was a sense of humour in her somewhere. He slipped the letters under the door and ran away. For a second, he thought he saw Drake's face glaring at him.
Drake growled as he watched Sam run away. He grabbed the letters and didn't even bother to read them.
"Drakey-poo"
"Sweetheart"
Ugh… Drake threw the papers into the fire, once again watching them burn.
Sam Temple was so dead.