💌 to write my muse a love letter.
The Letter Reads:
"Hello, Ms. Charile.
One of my coworkers who is a sinner said that love letters can help you express yourself when you're not good with words in person. I'm hoping that's true. The first time I saw you my breath was taken away. The way you walked the way you smiled.... I was truly stunned by your mere existence. The way you're always trying to help someone is something I've always admired about you.
I kind of suck at this.... I've never been good with words or people. I'm not even sure if I Know What Love Is. But when I look at you I feel something in my chest that I can't really explain. I think about you at night sometimes when I lay in my bed. I think about holding your hand. I think about staring into your eyes. I think I begin to understand why your father betrayed all of Heaven for your mother. I think I might have done it to if it was you. I'm not sure if you'll be creeped out by this letter or not but, I thought maybe I should at least say something to you.
You're free to ignore this letter and pretend it doesn't exist if you don't feel same but, I had to at least say something.
from Jacob. @lost-shades
Love Is In The Air!
.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . When Charlie heard that she had mail, she certainly hadn't been expecting the letter she currently held, ruby red eyes scanning the words over and over, as if reading them for the millionth time would have changed anything there. Not that she wanted the words to change, of course! She just barely could believe it.
No one spoke (or wrote) such things about her.
Sure, the blonde had people who loved and adored her, she had good friends and people she considered family. Charlie had been complimented, before, even overly so, at times. Yet, none of that was quite like this.
It was with very careful movements that she placed the letter onto her desk, still marveling at it. Charlie couldn't stop thinking about how cute the handwriting was. Maybe she was supposed to respond in the same way, to write out a letter full of heartfelt words and gratitude, but she was a bit too impatient for something like that.
The world warped in her vision as she blinked against the sting of tears, grabbing her phone off of the desk and tapping away at the screen, touching a specific person's name before bringing her phone to her ear, grinning when she heard the other person pick up.
.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙✩*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . "Jake?" She sniffled, reaching up with her free hand to quickly try and wipe her eyes dry. "Can you come to the hotel? I want to talk to you and it's nothing bad, I swear! It's just something that should be talked about face-to-face, you know?"