Ink-Scratching
Second Letter: Tell Me Everything

Zack Fair!

I can't believe you! You let your buddies read my letters? And since when was I 'your girl from back home,' soldier boy? Must be getting pretty lonely up there, huh?

Oh, it's okay. I don't mind, actually. (Don't you dare write back with 'What don't you mind?' because you should know by now!) I know how you are. You don't get very lonely at all, wherever you end up. I bet you're already everybody's friend, even if it's only been a month.

Are you still having a good time? You'd better be. You get to see all these places I've only ever heard about. You know, live the dream you left home and came out into the world for, and things… and you're not toughing it out all by yourself, which probably makes it a lot nicer. You don't miss the things you left behind too much. You're with someone.

It's just like you used to tell me, isn't it? It's all you made it out to be? I'm sure it is.

Heehee. My big, strong first class SOLDIER. Tell me everything, all right? Don't leave anything out; I love hearing your stories. Makes me feel like I'm seeing the world with you, almost, even if I'm still stuck here. See, my part of the planet looks pretty much the same every day.

Oh. That sounds kind of cheesy on paper, but it didn't when I was thinking about it. It's the thought that counts!

I'm sorry about your bunkmate, by the way. Do you have anything you can plug his nose with? Putting his hand in a glass of water while he's sleeping might help too. I've never tried either method, though, so let me know what happens. Don't worry, Mom doesn't sort the mail anymore. That's become my job.

You don't have to agonize about your crudeness reaching any eyes but mine. I read them before work—I ought to get going now, in fact, to make my rounds. Still haven't fixed the roof, either. I guess I should just wait.

- Aerith