My dearest Sebastian, I just need someone to talk to. It's been so long since the fall. No, since the bullet pierced his skull. During the day I can distract myself with corpses, but I will always miss those sent by him. Our Magpie. Our spider. The nights are worse though, lonely nights with cold sheets. I still keep those he last slept in. Tucked away in the back of my closet. I sometimes smell them, but they have lost the scent already, it's been too long. Last week I saw you, when no one else payed attention. How come, you can hide in a crowd when you're so impressively tall? It's like you're a ghost. People don't notice either, but I'm mousey, grey, dull. A wallflower. Do you dream about him? I wish I knew all about his stupid plan. He made me save the idiotic detective after all. He didn't let me save him. I wish he was still around. Sometimes I think I see his face, in big crowds, you know. Winking, or giving me this crooked smile of his that always sent shivers down my spine. I know he's not there, but I wish he was. I'm looking forward to hearing from you soon. Love, Poppet. (Looking for someone to write as Sebastian Moran maybe. AHH, wishful thinking, haha. If you need insight in my old RPs I'm @GirlInTheMorgue on twitter)
