December 4
Emil,
Where are you? I don't think I can hold out any longer. Alice is dead. Decus is nowhere to be found again. Richter finally turned up, he didn't try to kill me this time, though. Everything seems to be is going wrong. I find myself crying every night when you don't show. I miss you, Emil. Please come home.
Love,
Marta
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a/n; /crappy attempt at angst.
Ehh.. two more to go. I think I'll wait to post those, seeing that I decided to post 54089295 at once. good 2am is good. |Db
