my sad baby ♡
sentimental_android wrote:[size=85]
first letter after accident ;; January 17th, 2013
dear you,
something strange happened today. i woke up in a hospital bed,
in a hospital gown, with the scent of sterility permeating the room.
i almost fell into a pit of hysteria; i didn't remember who i was or why
i was there in the first place. a doctor later informed me i'd had a
nasty mishap with a truck driver on my way home from a local cafe.
that scuffle landed me with some scars and "retrograde amnesia."
i can't seem to remember your name, oddly enough! but don't fret!
names are worth little in comparison to the feelings accompanied
by your presence in my memory. apparently this silly illness of the mind
causes the holder to lose memories of certain periods for indefinite amounts of time, so the doctors recommended i keep important infomation in a journal and record my daily happenings; luckily, my habit of writing you serves the same purpose! i have a feeling this isn't the first time you've saved me from my own foolish decisions.
love,
𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒹𝓇𝑒
(P.S. I remembered my name today! out of curiosity, i looked up
it's meaning! funnily enough, "dierdre" is supposed to mean sorrow,
but i'm pretty darn optimistic for someone who lost all their memories, no?)
(P.P.S. oops! forgot to jot this down; don't forget i love you!}
thirty-fifth letter after accident ;; February 21st, 2013
hey, love!
quick update: i remembered your name. well, not really your "name", per say, but your nickname! i used to call you "honey bunches", didn't i? i think you just called me 'dear' cuz it reminded you of my name. i forgot the way home again and had to call Loren. i think she might be exasperated- this IS the fifth time this week, after all! everyone seems to be looking at me with confusion and bizarre sympathy these days, even grouchy old Loren. i asked her why today but she just shook her head and murmured something about "undeserved tragedies"; i think she's refrencing my amnesia or the accident. i'm doing fine though! i just miss you is all. i can't remember if you've replied since the first letter in January, i think i've just misplaced them, silly me!
i have to sleep now, i've got some short stories due at the editors house tomorrow. if i don't get them in by tomorrow i'll owe jaq $20!
with love,
your dear, 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽. [a crudely drawn heart is located next to the flowing cursive of the signature]
three hundred and seventy eigth letter after accident ;; November 30th, 2014
[this letter is severely crumpled where a paw looks to have viciously grasped it and is stained with what appears to be tears.]
hello, abbott.
today i finally remembered everything. your name, your scent, your serious outlook on things, the silly way you stirred your coffee when jaques began to annoy you, how you teased loren when she ranted about coffee being the drink of dogs, the way you called my name so fondly, how you seemed to smile only at me-
your death. [the penmanship from here on out is incredibly scratchy and hard to read, with the ink bleeding in wake of the tearstains.]
this realization has made things make sense again. loren's sudden kindess, the sympathy i get from every kal whom i know, the reason i can't find any of your replies anywhere. i probably should have suspected something after the hundreth letter. but you always said i was slow, didn't you? i've changed. i can't seem to see color anymore. the things that once mattered to me, the sounds that painted my world, the stories i write for both a living and a leisure, they've all lost their significance in sight of your passing. i feel as if life itself has vanished and i've been trapped in one of those nightmares i succumb to so frequently, the ones you used to wake me from. (remember those? I do, finally.) my silly old rotary phone hasn't ceased it's ringing since i stopped visiting cafe raine a week ago. i've been wearing your pink scarf since i remembered; i doubt i'll ever take it off. i never wore scarves due to my annoyingly long hair, but you always said i looked cute when i curled up with your scarf at night. you said you hated the color pink when we first met, but that my eyes make you rethink your position.
lord, i miss you. i daresay i'll never stop writing you. it would feel as if i'm admitting defeat. admitting i've been bested, that i've given up. but i know you wouldn't want that for me. so i'll keep writing to you, i'll fill rooms with my letters, just like you filled them with your composed, kind presence. your passing has changed me, in many ways for the worst. but i'll keep your memory alive, and pray it shall deliver me to the better.
i love you, forever and always,
your dear,
𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽
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sentimental_android
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