Borrowing Iofiel from my amazing friend again. Very proud of this short story, feel free to review. It was fun writing from Ofi's perspective and I hope I have done my friend's amazing character justice (feel free to check out her story on here too at her account: IofielEcanus).
Dear Cel,
I know these last few months have been incredibly rough for you, especially with all the ominous omens that keep springing up like those Jack in the boxes we once set of in that toy store; classic bonding time. Why is this so awkward?
Look I understand that I am probably the last person you want to be hearing from but I can't help but worry about you. You're never far from my thoughts as I stack the shelves with ancient texts that are older than me (can you believe it?). Even when I'm updating the prophecy scrolls I always spare a prayer for you.
Nothing would make me happier than for you to send me a message or even to visit me. I don't care how long for. Even if you appear and then disappear like Gabe does sometimes. Cas keeps me updated about how you are doing, but it's not the same is it? I miss your voice. The way you squeal when you are excited. The pouts and even the aggravating way you roll your eyes when you are being purposefully stubborn or defiant. Most of all I miss us laughing together. You know when we would share a glance and then both of us would burst like fireworks. Clutching our sides as we sank to the floor, like our tears of joy were melting us. Since when did this become something of the past? I want it to be our present again, please Cel.
My main regret is that I was a coward. I couldn't bear to tell you that I was returning to Heaven to resume my duties of maintaining Heaven's archive; the so not glamorous life of a prophet. I swear the dust gets everywhere you would giggle if you came to see me. We don't even get cable so no Nemo for me. But I would rather have you over that fish any day.
Listen I can handle your anger. If you want to take a swing feel free. I deserve it. I should have been honest with you and told you my plans. Maybe then I could have made you understand. But no matter what I will always consider us to be friends regardless of whether we are on speaking terms or not. Friends don't need words and I shouldn't even have to write this letter because you already know I would never intentionally hurt you. Sometimes life does intervene and it is a pain in the arse as you would so eloquently put it.
All I'm saying is please let me know that you are alright. But I need to hear it from you.
From a very depressed Ofi, who misses you more than this piece of paper could ever convey.
P.S The food here is rationed so get Gabe to send up some caramel Galaxy, strawberry pencils, sweet peanuts, milk bottles (those chewy things) and some toffee it would be much appreciated *wink face, feathers on quill stabs eye*.
Silently I scrunch up the thick paper that feels as if it has come from an artist drawing pad. Dropping it to the floor I hold out my hand and use my powers to burn it. As it begins to burn to sienna slowly to match the pace of my heart, the flames flicker in my eyes. Those were not the words I wanted to read.