Dearest, Rose.
How I miss your voice, that sound you would
make when, you were scared. I'm smiling
right now, just thinking about it. Oh, your
smile is so much better then mine, so much
more alive. Well, I guess that wasn't what
not to guess of.
You smell so sweet, so alive. Yes, maybe thats
because you are alive well somewhat. I still
remember how you smell, which isn't that
wired for me. As long as I can think, the
more I'm going to think about you. You, you,
and then you.
Goodness you will never believe who I ran
into last night. One of my old friends from
school, in Russia. His name was Tom, and
you should have seen his face when he saw
what I have become. He stopped dead, with
a stake in his hand. Somewhat like you
did, he couldn't do it, like you couldn't do
it. He looked at me, so close, for minutes. He
couldn't be sure that it was me, never could.
I gave him a chance to run for it, to run for
the hills but no. He told me that I was evil,
different, something that he needed to...
kill.
I laughed in his face. He didn't know what
I was, not a clue of what I am. He took back
out his stake and tried to kill me, I told him
that I could take away the pain. Turn him,
right then but he wouldn't let me.
Tom knew he wasn't getting away from me,
so he took his own life...right in front of
me.
I was hurt, not so much pain but more like
….I'm not sure. Just hunt in ways.
Love, D
