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Authors Note: Preciate the reviews guys : ) About this letter; I just knew Bosco would not be all mushy and lovey dovey and stuff. So I tried to write how I think he would if he recieved that letter from Cruz. I may of not wrote it exactly how he would but I tried : )
I've decided that there will be lots of letters. Untill, I feel that they've talked enough to confront eachother or something. So just keep in mind that I tried to make this as 'Bosco' as possible.
Dear Bosco,
Dear Cruz,
Is this a joke or something? No offense Cruz but this is nothing like you.
I just don't get it. Do you really feel this way?
Anyway, just hear me out. I'm gonna write back to you cause I care. Maybe not as much as I used to but I do.
I don't know what to say. How bout I start with I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for Lettie. I wish I could of saved her. She was a great kid Cruz. She just got pulled under, too quick, too fast. You did everything you could Cruz. Everything in your power to save her. But like you said, not everyone can be saved.
Cruz, I'm sorry for treating you like shit. Well, most of all for blaming you for Mikey's death. It wasn't your fault Cruz. I know that now. It was not your fault. I'm sorry for what I said. I just had to blame someone Cruz. You were just the first person I thought of. Everything's just so crazy. I heard about Mann. It was a brave thing you did Cruz. Covering up for Faith like that. She owes you big time now, huh? Maybe I do too. God Cruz I never knew you felt this way. You never let it show, that's for sure. The way you used to look at me Cruz. Like I was shit compared to you. If only you had said something.
If, it's a pretty big word for something so small, ain't it? If I had only known the truth. If I hadn't of been so stupid. You were hurt and I just walked right past you. I remember that car ride like it was yesterday. Warner in the back bragging about shit. Me actually paying attention to him. Then he tells me what happened. I remember that feeling. Total shock. I should of killed him for you. Like Faith shot Mann for me.
Faith. I still can't believe she got promoted to detective. Then I realise why and it makes me laugh. If the boss ever found out.
Prison. That must of sucked. And you didn't even pull the trigger. What was it like? Is everything allright now?
Is this some sort of joke Cruz? You actually caring about me? Well, I know you well enough to know that you don't joke. Not about stuff like this anyway.
Yeah Cruz, I did care about you. I may of even loved you as well. Was it real? I don't know. I'll get back to you on that one.
Your a good person Cruz. Think about all the maniac's you've put behind bars. Warner will never do that again.
What news did you get Cruz? I don't understand. Is everything okay? Just don't do anything stupid. There are still some people that care about you. Your quite the writer aren't you? I don't mean to sound smart but I just can't get over the fact that you feel this way.
The letter was quite scary actually. When I opened it I thought it was going to be some sort of black mail. But I'm glad you wrote it. It means alot, seriously.
Just don't get me started on Santiago. Yes, I hardly even know the guy but still. No, I am not jealous. But we were a good team weren't we? Well, I reckon we are.
You know, I never ever suspected Monroe. She just seems like such a good girl. I mean the whole Oliver the Onion thing. An aunty that was buying an Oliver the Onion could never ever be a undercover agent. I mean she bought a frickin Oliver the Onion!
Okay, I'm sorry. But you got played. We all did.
Just write back to me Cruz. I need time to think about what you wrote. It's alot to think about Cruz. And don't worry. Faith won't see this letter. But you know how you said something about getting news? What was that about? Is everything okay? Cause if you need to talk, I'll be here.
I never thought I would say that to you. But it's true. What ever your going through, I want to be there. Just let me okay? Do something you've never done before and let me.
Maurice Boscorelli
