Percy, I know I am the last person you want to hear from right now, but believe me when I say this: I love you. I miss you terribly. I am more than willing to try again if you'll give me another chance. You don't have to go through with this sham engagement of yours. You don't have to go through my son to get at me. You have my full, undivided attention now. You can't say that sleeping together was a fluke. We have a history together. I love you and I fully intend to act on it, thoroughly.
not-so-anonymous love letters
The more time he spends reading it, the more angry he feels, fingers tightening on the edges of the stationary. Aside from the obvious, Percy would recognize Kristoff’s handwriting anywhere. He knows just how to tug at his heartstrings, how to render him weak in the knees. Undeniably, his brain swims with the memory of what they used to have so long ago, before Oliver even flickered into existence. But Percy knows he has to let go of the past; there’s nothing for him there. Everything is with Oliver. His future is with Oliver. That’s where he intends to go.
Before he can change his mind, he drops the note into the paper shredder.
