Alright, I already have caved and done a sweet, lovey-dovey marriage challenge, so I'm trying something different here. Hopefully I don't screw it up.
This is the letter sent to Arnold from Helga started in my first prompt, Ripped Apart.
Challenge 24: Sweet Nothings
Dear Arnold,
All your whispers of sweet nothings in my ear
Could not prevent or cure the powerful pain.
I experienced the cold shiver of fear
As you vanished into falling rain.
I chased you far, but it was in vain.
The rain dripped heavily from my clothes and hair,
My eyes teared up, the crack in my voice was plain
I wanted to show you that I did care.
But as I sit here in my restful desk chair
Writing this letter from the bottom of my heart
I find I cannot breathe, this lack of air
Must be because my heart has been ripped apart.
But I know someday you will return
And my life will cease to take such an ill turn.
My father, Bob, lost it all to greediness.
He declared bankruptcy and sold his stores.
He has developed a very deadly sickness,
He can't move; the painkillers don't work anymore.
Mom went to the hospital, she fainted to the floor.
She still is stuck to the open end of a bottle
Drunk all day and night, she only sleeps and snores
So much for being a daughter's role model.
When you left, Hillwood became terrible.
We live on our food stamps, which Miriam forgets
Who I would kill just for a big waffle,
Why do I suffer from my dumb parents regrets?
I wish you came home, everything wouldn't be wacky.
Sincerely, Helga Geraldine Pataki