Dear Mr. Marine-who-left-me-here-with-Mr.-Conspiracy-yeah-thanks-a-whole-hell-of-a-lot,
Elliot smiled loving how her sarcasm shone through.
Sorry I haven't written yet. I guess I was just…angry? Is that the right word? I really, really miss you. Even though it sounds weird.
How is your base camp thing? Find any new friends? I hope you're getting to use your guns a lot, you'd beat out everyone, Im sure.
Right now I'm sitting at home watching "I Love Lucy" re-runs, I need a good laugh and a beer tonight. Only my drinking buddy is gone. Poor me.
Delivery guy just got here, hope you are okay.
Love,
Liv
P.S. maybe the delivery guy would like a couple of brews?
Elliot sighed he really, really missed her too. "I love Lucy" re-runs worried him. It usually meant something was wrong and he usually would be right there next to her.
He quickly typed a reply and grabbed his gun returning to his field work.
Im pretty sick today, so I probably will update soon. NOTE-these chapters will be short. P.S. I think some reviews would make my fever go down…lol