AN: Hope you like.
Dear Reagan, by Airene Archerway
Dear Reagan,
One year ago, everything was perfect. Scratch that, everything was close to perfect as nothing could ever truly be perfect. But our family, the peace, happiness and love made it feel like it was perfect.
Then the Vespers came along and everything got ruined. You were swimming in Puerto Rico when a shark chased you and some men offered you their help and you found out they were Vespers. And they kidnapped you and brought you away from us.
When we found out, I immediately turned to Amy and Dan. I would do anything I could to help you escape. I was paired with Jonah to go to other places while the Cahill kids were finding what the Vespers wanted in order for you guys to stay alive.
I miss you so much.
I keep on trying to convince myself that you're not really gone. That you're gonna come into my bedroom, and start bugging me to fix your laptop because Dad broke it again.
I wish you were back here with us.
Mom and Dad are trying to be happy, trying to get things back to normal, you know, doing exercises, going out to do 'fun' stuff and other stuff. But I can see that they know that it'll never be normal again. They're almost as broken as Madison.
Reagan, Madison is a complete wreck without you. She cries herself to bed every night, and often asks if she can sleep in my bedroom. She rarely talks to anyone anymore and refuses to eat. Her eyes are puffy from tears, and I can tell that she almost never sleeps. Maybe it's a twin thing, she claims she feel like part of her is missing.
Even Arnold can sense something is wrong; he rarely plays with us anymore.
Now I know what you're wondering. What about me? Well, I'm trying to be OK for our family's sake. I'm starting to think I'm the only sane one here. I'm holding up pretty good, because I know that you would want that. I still feel bad of course, I feel like a bad brother.
I know you would be denying that and tell me that I'm the best brother in the entire world and that my earlier statement was wrong. Either that or you would agree and start laughing. Either thought still comforts me.
Maybe soon everything will get back to normal, Reagan. Because I know that even if you're not with us now, you will always be with us in our hearts.
Yeesh; that sounded so mushy and cliché, and I know that you don't like mushy and cliché stuff. So I'll stop it with the heart-warming things that are bringing tears to my eyes. And men don't cry, especially Tomas ones.
You're never going to read this letter. And even if you could, I doubt you would be able to read most words due to the tears stains smudging the ink from this pen. Those totally came from Madison, not me, it came from Madison. Trust me.
As a final note to end this I just want to say that I hope that there's a giant ballet studio where you are right now. And that I love you and I know you'll always be with us, no matter what.
From,
Hammy
PS: I heard from the other hostages that you insisted on having everyone exercise in that jail where you guys stayed. Glad to know that you remained a Tomas until the end.
AN: Edit: I'm sorry, but I'm not getting inspiration for this fic, it will become a oneshot entitled "Dear Reagan," instead. Sorry to everyone who loved it and all that. Really sorry.
-A