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Letter #4

Dearest Remy, I know I said I’d play, but I’m sick of these games. They’re exhausting and so futile. Please just come to me. I will not be strung along by you anymore. So come to me, otherwise I will come to you myself. And take down anyone who stands in my way. 

Although the letter was short, their was something...different in his handwriting that made it more real in Remy’s mind. This guy was going to hurt anyone and everyone around her. The only other option Remy saw was to ignore him and, hopefully, that would snub out the fire. More letters came but Remy didn’t read or even pick up any of them. And that’s when the phone calls started. 

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Letter #3

For what felt like the millionth time that week, Remy found a letter waiting for her on the front steps when she came back to Emerson’s place. Even though they scared her, she couldn’t help but pick them up and read them. With shaking hands she opened the letter, worried when she found that the handwriting there was very angry. Her heart dropped. 

Dear Remy, What did I tell you about being around other men? HUH? Do you think you can just toss me aside? HUH? After everything we’ve been through? You know that I love you, but that can only go so far sometimes. If you continue to blatantly ignore my warnings, then my hand will be forced. Don’t underestimate me. Do you know what happens when I’m not listened to? Of course you do. You know me so well. Please, Remy. Please, my radiant light...don’t make me do this. I do not wish to harm anyone, but I would for you. If the only way for you to stop playing your games with me is to get rid of them, I will. Tyler, Ben, Emerson...I can make them all go away. And perhaps that is what is best. We’ll finally be completely together. Just like we want. My hands on your soft skin, finding all the little freckles on your shoulder and back. My hands shake and sweat just thinking about it. Is that why you play these games with me and them? Does it make you feel like I do now? If so, I understand. I understand completely. I will play your game, beauty, and I WILL win. 

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Letter #2

Dear Remy, I am so very cross with you right now! How dare you try to go behind my back and go running about with another man! How dare you let him kiss you! Was it something I did or said? Was the poppy bouquet not right? I remembered that they were your favorite flower. I even managed to get them in pink, your favorite color. Whatever it is we can get through this. There’s no need to go running into the arms of another man. You shalt let this continue or I will have to take care of him. Or, perhaps, us. Think of just how romantic and reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet it would be if we were to die in each other’s arms. Give up my life for yours and you, in return, do the same. What do you say? I eagerly await what you choose. Whatever choice it is, I know it will be right. I will go along with anything you say. 

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Letter #1

As Remy was staying home alone one day, sitting in the living room and watching her favorite TV show, there was a knock on the door and, luckily, the commercial started just soon after. Hopefully whoever was there wouldn’t take up too much time. Remy opened the door but, to her surprise, no one was there. She looked around and saw nothing, then looked down and saw a letter laying on the welcome map, her name written across it in male writing. Curious, she picked it up and began to read it. 

Dear sweet Remy,

I’m glad you’re finally starting to settle back into your room here in Salem. I know the past was so hard for you, but that’s okay. We’ll work through it together. Just like how you got me through all my problems, remember? Though, I must admit to you I do not like it when Emerson hugged you like that. You know I don’t like anyone who isn’t me touching you. Especially males. I know, I know what you’re thinking, sweetheart. He has a wife and all that. But that only goes so far when he’s living so close to you and can hold you like I want to and smell your hair. The smell of strawberries is best smell, that’s what I always said. He would never appreciate you like I do. You really should let me appreciate you. Ever since that day it feels like you’re keeping me at a distance. Why would you do that to me? Do you want to hurt me? Do you want me to hurt myself? Or maybe, perhaps, you’re still just settling in. Yes. That’s it. I know that deep down it is me that lopsided, one-dimpled smile truly belongs to. Until the day you realize this, I shall be waiting. For you and only you. 

I was a bizarre letter, that was sure. And nearly everything about it gave her the creeps one way or another. But...it was just a letter. It did no harm to her. So she shrugged it off and decided that it wasn’t important enough to bother anyone about.

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(#angel #beauty #can you not?) what's wrong baby?

I’m sorry but…YOU’RE JUST TOO AWESOME OKAY? NO, IT’S NOT OKAY.

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