Letter number four! My letter per day streak thus far is pretty impressive, no ;)? Thank you to past reviewers, and to those of you who haven't yet (or those who have, and just want to do so again) please review if you have input :)!


Dear Molly,

Today, I decided to make my first real move. I went to your house at 6:00 on the dot this morning, determined to give you the honey I'd found in Fugue Forest. I knocked on your door, but you wouldn't answer.

I was sure you were playing hard to get.

"Hey, Molly! Come out come out wherever you are!" I called. I was only answered with a cough. I decided to be patient for a few seconds before letting myself in.

At first it didn't look like you were home, but another cough allowed me to spot you. You were in bed, hidden mostly underneath the covers. Your face was flushed red, and your eyes were tired. You were clearly sick.

"Molly! Are you alright?" I asked you. You didn't answer, only coughed again in response. It was then I remembered. The honey.

"I brought you some honey." I said, hurriedly digging through my pocket to find the jar. "It's good for sore throats."I handed it to you, and you ate it up gratefully.

I spent the whole day with you. You weren't fit to talk, so we mostly sat in silence and listened to music. It was fine with me, though. I got the chance to be of help to you, which was more than I expected when I left for your house this morning.

I didn't leave until 9:00 at night. At that point, you were well enough to toss me out. But I didn't mind, all that mattered was that you were well.

When I got home, Pops asked where I was. I told him I was helping a friend.

I think that we're friends. Do you? I hope so. I also hope that we might become something more.

Someday, Molly, someday…

Yours (in sickness and in health),

Luke