Letters Unsent

by Rae-Gracia

Piers-Clementiné Jean-Gauthier would never say he was a prideful man. Mainly because he had currently nothing to prove he was proud. Everyone laughed behind his back when he slipped French into his sentences, and they hated his addiction to smoking. He was not an owner of things to be proud of to BLU team. Yet every night, when he'd remove his mask and lay down, he'd

Dear diary,

I have fallen completely and hopelessly in love with a filthy bushman. Yes, I know I have better standards than the sniper on my team, yet whenever I gaze into his blue eyes, and whenever he speaks, and every time he laughs, I know that I am hopelessly in love with my friend. He is so perfect, in every single way.

I knew I was in love when he saved me. It seems like it was only yesterday, yet a full three weeks have gone by. I never ask for help, and I normally like doing things on my own, yet that day was an event I'll always remember.

I was at on the offensive that day, my quest being to retrieve the Intel all on my own. It was so foolish, thinking back on it now, but at the time, all I wanted was glory. I abandoned my preplanned post, and under the guise of a RED Scout, I managed to infiltrate the base. Unfortunately, I got in the way of my 'comrade' and I was hit by the Heavy one's gun.

My mind was fogged up with pain, so I pressed on in hopes that I would find the Intel and bring it back to my own base. I remember collapsing, and my guise failed. I laid in that cold hallway, awaiting a painful death, yet it never came, for that damn Australian man came and rescued me. The idiot was so close, he could've abandoned me and retrieved the briefcase, yet he didn't. I remember his warm arms lifting me, bringing me close to his chest, and he managed to escape to respawn with me.

I woke up to his face. Ever since, my heart flutters at every thought of him. My sleep is plagued with his being, and my days are spent in the clouds. I cannot help but feel as if life is simply pointless without him. I know he does not feel the same way, and the very thought clenches my heart and tears my world apart. Without him, I cannot live. Yet with him, I simply cannot breathe.

That is all I plan on telling you today. My wine calls me, and I need to unwind for the night.

Sincerely,

Piers-Clementine Jean-Gauthier, BLU SPY