A/N: I've pretty much written up a lot of letters already. (: But I don't want to post them all at the same time, so I'll post them every day. I just felt like posting this one even though I posted the first letter a few hours ago. Anyway, without much ado, I give you the second letter!

Dear Ophelia,

It's spring 26th, 2008.

Today I spent the day doing my usual thing. Pacing around the front yard or reading a book inside. It was a nice day, the sun was out and the breeze was gentle, but unlike every single resident on this island, my mood doesn't soar when the weather is good.

I've noticed a few residents return to the island. Anissa and Taylor, the children of the Marimba farm owners Craig and Ruth — who moved here years after you departed — have returned. Even Doctor Jin of the Choral clinic has come back. I'm sure Irene is relieved that she no longer holds the burden of dealing with patients all by herself, not that she gets many anyway. It's usually only that idiot son of the carpenter Luke and his clueless apprentice Bo who find themselves at the clinic.

I remember one time (Father told me this, he is usually incessantly snooping in the affairs of others) that Luke was in the clinic after being attacked by a swarm of bees. He idiotically thought it would be fun to play a game of Soccer with a beehive. Honestly, some people were dropped as a baby, but Luke, I'm pretty sure he was thrown at a wall.

Sometimes father — as much as I loathe admitting this to you — is in there for over consumption of alcohol or getting his fat ass stuck in the chimney again. Excuse my insulting manner, Mother, but you can't deny he has a weight issue. I've tried countless times convincing him to undergo a workout routine with Owen, but he rejects the offer, claiming he has too much work to do at the Town Hall. And lest we forget, that used to be my responsibility before he insisted permanently replacing me.

When I left for the mainland to investigate the disappearances of the bells, father had offered to cover for me at the Town Hall. At first I was hesitant but who else would take over? I was away for 2 seasons but when I returned, he grew too accustomed to the job and refused to step down. Sometimes I wish he would retire and pass the position of mayor down to me already, I swear he barely knows what he's doing these days. But I will admit that I was quite astounded when he managed to find someone to take over that shabby farm, either he has brilliant persuasion or that girl is just plain stupid.

I don't really mind the absence of work at the Town Hall. I'm actually kind of relieved. It's not like many people visit. The job itself was tedious at times. I had to organize overloads of documents, post countless letters and write up reports. I was pretty much glued to my chair all day, it surprised me how I still retained a slim figure. I was worried I'd start looking like father. It pleases me to know I get most of my good looks from you.

However, these days the only visitor at the Town Hall is Molly (Father had told me her name, not that I would go out of my way to personally ask her). In fact, she is all Father— and majority of the island — seem to talk about. She became the golden topic of conversation around here. It's as if I can't speak to someone without them occasionally saying: "Have you met the new rancher yet?" or "That new girl has been such a huge help around here."

She even seems to know what everyone's favourite food or item is, but I later found out that's only because Father gave her a record of every person on the island's personal details. For what reason? I don't know. How he managed to find out such private information is beyond my knowledge. Again, he has become quite the snoop. It's as if he's been trying to find a way to occupy himself since your passing. Stalking other people's lives seems to be the best — and only— thing he is good at.

Mother, if you were here I'm sure you wouldn't allow him to engage in such childish acts. It's embarrassing, really. I don't know what you saw in him, but your tolerance was something I have always admired.

Well, I guess you've tolerated my complaining enough for now.

Good night, sweet Mother.

Until next time,

Gill.

A/N: I know Gill seems like he hates his Father, but he doesn't — well, sort of. He does love him, it's just that he doesn't respect him as a man. He thinks he is an idiot and wishes he was a better person, but he still deep down loves him because he is after all his father. He has always preferred his mother anyway and we will learn in later letters that his father changed ever since his mother died. Ophelia probably wouldn't appreciate Gill complaining about him so much but it's not like she'll be reading these letters in her grave. ;) Don't worry, more GillxMolly will come in the later letters! Love takes a long time to grow! And lest we forget, this story is also about (as mentioned in the summary) Gill's relationship with his father! It's not just a love story, okay! It's a story about Gill!