Post by Skulls And Pie on Jun 15, 2008 19:00:16 GMT -5
Dearest Raven Thyme Jackson,
I haven't written you in so long, I can't believe it. How are you? How's Nevada? So many questions are buzzing around in my head, it sounds like a beehive. My hair is getting really long. It's down to my shoulders now! Which is why I disclosed a picture of myself in this letter.
But, Rave, I have something a bit more pressing to tell you. I wish I could do this in person, but I'm stuck at this wonderful school, with a lunatic as my roommate.
I'm breaking up with you.
I'm really sorry, but this long distance relationship is killing me. I'm still going to write you, whether you want me to or not. I'm just as persistant as I ever was.
I love you,
MöRBïD.
His writing was a bit messy, but that could be attributed to the fact that he wrote it right before he went to sleep. By the time he had finished his eyes couldn't focus on the letters. The red paper covered in black writing was clung tight in his gloved hand, and he slipped it into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. There had to be a mailbox somewhere in this giantass school, and he'd find it, sooner or later. The Zelda portion of Mörbïd's mind told him that it would be tall, red, and that it would talk. But then again, Zelda was nothing but a video game, and an obsession. So he wandered the Moonlight Garden searching for a mailbox.
I haven't written you in so long, I can't believe it. How are you? How's Nevada? So many questions are buzzing around in my head, it sounds like a beehive. My hair is getting really long. It's down to my shoulders now! Which is why I disclosed a picture of myself in this letter.
But, Rave, I have something a bit more pressing to tell you. I wish I could do this in person, but I'm stuck at this wonderful school, with a lunatic as my roommate.
I'm breaking up with you.
I'm really sorry, but this long distance relationship is killing me. I'm still going to write you, whether you want me to or not. I'm just as persistant as I ever was.
I love you,
MöRBïD.
His writing was a bit messy, but that could be attributed to the fact that he wrote it right before he went to sleep. By the time he had finished his eyes couldn't focus on the letters. The red paper covered in black writing was clung tight in his gloved hand, and he slipped it into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. There had to be a mailbox somewhere in this giantass school, and he'd find it, sooner or later. The Zelda portion of Mörbïd's mind told him that it would be tall, red, and that it would talk. But then again, Zelda was nothing but a video game, and an obsession. So he wandered the Moonlight Garden searching for a mailbox.
