Letters to nowhere
Dear Clarke,
It has been 90 days since you left.
"May we meet again." – These were the last words you told me.
I miss you Clarke. Do you know that? I guess you don't.
It's hard being without you, it's hard to make your mother listen to me, it's hard being in the council without you.
Kane helps though. He has turn out to be a nice surprise.
I'm counting the days, you know? Maybe it's silly, but I still hope you'll appear at the front gate at any second, to help me.
I went on a hunting trip today and we found a bunker with this notebook and some pencils inside. I guess I was selfish for taking it for myself. I just thought that it would be a way of not feeling so lonely by writing to you.
I have my sister, Miller and all the others, but your absence it's more difficult than any other.
I rely on you in so many ways. You always supported me and believed in me in a way that nobody else did.
I relive our last conversation almost every day since you left. I know that I did my best to try to convince you to stay, and I understand why you left, even if I miss you like crazy.
I hope that you find what you're looking for. I hope that you find yourself, and that when you feel prepared, you come back to us. To your mother. To your friends. To me.
Please come back, blondie. I miss you.
Always yours, Bell.