This was written yesterday but is just posted late. :)

Huge thanks to Sarcasmisinmyblood, ABEDFAN, Dirtkid123, AzulaTano, and LRW for the reviews!

This entry comes with a strong warning. Please tread lightly. It's pretty mild in comparison, but this deals with a character (an OC at that) displaying disturbing behavior. I may be being overly cautious, but better safe than sorry. Not everyone's comfortable with stalker storylines, so it's best to have everybody cautioned ahead of time.

Onto day twenty-three.


/day twenty-three/

Prompt: fan letter

Featured LR character: none [OC as main, but character focuses on Bree]


"The Admirer"


'I love you more than you'll ever know.'


To my beloved Bree,

Since the beginning, you've been special to me. I knew you were different from the others the first time I met you. It was on the news. Someone had posted a video of you and your brothers, and they showed it on TV over and over again. I was at work then, and they had left the channel turned on a news station. I remember everyone being so scared of you. They didn't know how to take the kind of person you are. They didn't want to accept you because they didn't understand you.

But not me. From the start I've known you. I wasn't afraid of you.

I thought you were so beautiful. I still think that, actually. Your brown eyes are just lovely, and your smile lights up my world. You have such a good heart, and I see that in the things you do for other people. You're so caring and so different from the other girls. I love that too about you.

I keep pictures of you because I want to always see you. I have one in my wallet, a few in my locker, and so many in my room. I look at them when I'm sad or upset. I also collect all of the articles you're in, especially the newspaper reports about the things that you've done, because through those I feel like I'm getting to know you more.

I wish you could see how many things I have about you. You'd be so happy.

I really wanted to meet you when you came to New York for the meet-and-greet with your brothers. I even took off work just to get there on time. There were too many people, though, that I wasn't able to keep my place in line. I was so angry when they wouldn't let me through. I was so close to you. Just a few more steps, and I would have been able to touch your hand. All I wanted was to know how your skin feels like on my fingers. I've just stared at pictures of you for so long that I wanted what was real.

It didn't happen that day. You left, and I doubt you even heard me calling your name.

But it's okay. I kept the bottle of water you drank from at the venue as a souvenir. I followed the events manager when they were putting away everything that the three of you used, and when he wasn't looking I took it. I still have it in my room. I make sure that the stain from your lipstick that day, the nude color that you always like using, doesn't fade even though that bottle's the only thing I drink from now.

It just makes me feel so close to you. It's like I become a part of you every time I drink.

What happened at that meet-and-greet didn't stop me from seeing you. I'm still trying to find ways to get to talk to you. I went to Chicago when you and your brothers came there. I also went to Los Angeles, Des Moines, and DC. I was with you wherever you went, hiding in the shadows. I tried to get you to notice me, but you were too busy. When you were at that quiz show, I tried to get into your room and wait for you so we can talk, just the two of us, but those men in suits who were always with you made it difficult for me.

It's hard to get close to you, but I'm determined. You will be in my life.

I've been keeping some of your stuff. My most favorite one is the hairbrush they used for you when you came to that afternoon talk show. It was hard to get, but I got it. I could smell your shampoo from it. The scent was probably the strongest that night. Your hair smelled of honey and almonds. I put it next to my pillow, and I left it there for weeks. I always imagined you being beside me through all those nights. I looked forward to sleeping because I knew you would be with me.

The smell is gone now because it's been a while, but the brush is still here. It's on my table, along with the bottle and a few other things I got from your garbage can whenever I came by your house at nights.

You just don't understand how much you mean to me, Bree. I can't get you out of my head. I want to always see you. I never want you to be out of my sight. I want to know what you're doing at every minute of every day. The truth is that I always wonder how it's like to live in your world. At first, I constantly imagined how it would be like to be so close to you. I would have given everything I had just to be able to switch places with any of your brothers. I just want to be beside you. But now, I always think about how it's like to be in your shoes. It must be so wonderful to have a lot of people adore you. It must be nice to have all the things that you have. It must be great to belong to a rich family and to be known everywhere you go. I want all of that so badly.

Honestly, I would like you, too. I want someone so beautiful in my hands. I promise that if I get you, I will never let go of you.

Thinking of you hurts so much because I don't get to see you much now. That's why I'm writing this letter to you. I've been missing you. The news always has something about you, but the chances of actually getting to you disappeared all of a sudden.

I wasn't sure what happened, so I asked around. I also went to your page online like I always do and found your best friend at your old high school. Caitlin I think her name was. I asked her a few weeks ago, and she told me where you are now.

I know getting there will be much harder, but a family friend who works at your dad's company told me about a hiring. They need guards for whatever it is that transports visitors to the place where you're at. I submitted an application already, and I think I'll be able to come soon.

I can't wait. It has been such a long time. I need to see your eyes and your smile and smell your hair. I want to hold you close. I want to watch you laugh and breathe and be there by you as you sleep.

Above all, I want to see your face when you finally meet me.

I love you more than you'll ever know. You are my life.

Sincerely,

Your number one fan


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