Letters: Unsent, Unheard
Raven,
I miss you.
I miss you so much.
I miss the way you never laughed, the way your smiles were like the most elusive of flowers, the way the tea kettle would boil and hiss and I knew you were going to enter the room: it was a matter of seconds.
I miss the way you'd frown, you'd scream, you'd get annoyed. I miss the way you'd always be found with a book. I miss the way you were constantly meditating, and we couldn't touch you, or speak to you…
I miss your warnings, the way you were so elusive, the way you'd hide under your long cloak.
Damn. Rae, I'm really bad at this. I want you to come back. I want you to know how much I miss you. I'm even going through Robin's dictionary to properly write these words, so that you won't get annoyed at my horrible spelling. But you'll never get this and that makes me really sad, Rae.
Did you not trust us?
Did you not care for us? Rae, it's been three months and we still haven't heard anything. Damn, Rae, you could give Slade a run for his money. When it comes to the "you can't find me" business, you win, hands down.
We don't even have a glimpse, or a witness, and we've been using the newspapers to try and get some word if you're okay.
I mean, what if one day, someone finds the body of a beautiful purple-haired girl at the bottom of the river in like…India or something? And we couldn't have done anything about it. Not implying that you're weak or anything. But…still…I guess I'm just…we're all just worried about you, Rae. And we miss you. I get the whole thing about finding the control over your crazy powers but don't you trust us? Aren't we friends? Family, even?
I have a stash the size of my videogame collection under my bed that's full of letters for you. And you'll never read them.
And…I miss you.
I want to see you again very soon.
-Garfield