(Apparently I forgot to post this yesterday. I wrote it, but didn't post it. Typical)

Gah! Gaaaah! Obsidian, WHY do you put ideas into my head? WHY?

For those of you with no clue, explanation at the end.

Song: Believe In Dreams - Flyleaf.

Hmmmm. This is a sweet song, unlike current mood...

I'm thinking Demeter's P.O.V., because I am not instantly getting a plot in my head like I usually do...

Ahah! Okay. Song is within letter (most of it). Whole letter is in italics. Sorry if I confuse.

Uh.. uh... Okay. They look like they do on stage, and they live in a world where it is not unusual thing to see half-cats, half-people.

Heh. Did I mention us ADD-ers get sidetracked too easily? Whoops.

Dear Munkustrap,

I'm not going to pretend I regret leaving. There is too much emotion, too much sorrow involved with just seeing you.

I sound like I'm from the 1800s. God. But I will write him, I've sworn this to myself. Bombalurina wrote and told me how down he was. Not sure this will help him, but it will help my conscience, if anything.

I know,
Days will come and go.
Maybe I'll grow old,
But I will die.

For now,
Is it worth it to be sad?
If it's harder to be glad,
To be alive.

Why bother being so depressed when we -even Jellicles, who live longer than most humans- aren't around forever. Just be glad to be here, you know? Munkustrap never got that theory. It comes from his genes - being a Tribe Protector, he thinks of the Tribe's safety more than his own. That's one thing I didn't like about him.

But the trouble I have caused.
I wonder,
Where do I belong?
Is it here?

I did have my doubts, by myself, big city. I like it better than the Junkyard though, after all that happened...

Believe in dreams
You love so much.
Let the passion of your heart
Make them real.
And tell all the ones you love,
Anything and everything you feel.

Laugh about the past,
And secretly,
Wish we could go back, and save the child.

I left, not long after Macavity took me and the kit I was carrying. He... he kicked me in the stomach. Hard. Made something go wrong with the kit. Never had it, never could have any more. He took so much from me. Munkustrap's brother. When they rescued me, it was too much... I left. Left behind Bombalurina, the only family I had left, and Munkustrap, who I had wanted a family with. Left them. Couldn't bear it.

As I look around this room,
Seeing worried eyes that know,
It's time we cannot buy.
...Was this worth the time to write?

I shift uncomfortably in my seat. Who's to know this would make Munkustrap feel any better about what his brother did? It's certainly not helping me.

Believe in dreams,
You love so much.
Let the passion of your heart
Make them real.
And tell
All the ones you love,
Anything and everything you feel.

You can do it, Munkus. If I can, you can. We're both going to live for what time we're allowed to. Leading seperate lives, but always intertwined... Make your dreams real for me, Munkus, because mine can't be anymore.

I believe in dreams,
Demeter.

I put, unsure of what to write. Would be too depressing to write 'love', too formal for 'sincerely'... So I believe in dreams.

Then I rest my head on the desk.

The next day, I slip it into the post office and walk out, determined. He has to make his dreams real, for me.

[A/N] Epicishfail. Boringishfail. Shortfail. Ugh.

Obsidian's damn idea: That I make one of these every year (so next June something, I start up another one of these), and next year... let you guys pick my poison, pick the songs I have to write for (with a few exceptions). Yes? No? Make Obsidian do it? (Personally, I choose that choice, even though she didn't give it to me :P) I don't know... It'll give me something to do, I guess... Your thoughts?