August 1945

Reinette,

It’s been years since we’ve spoken, and even longer since you’ve gone into hiding. But recently I’ve been thinking about us. My mum’s dredged up some pictures of us she found whilst cleaning. I miss you. Oh gods, I miss you, Nettie. I hope you miss me. I’m just going to send this to your old address in hopes you can read it someday so you can know I’ve been thinking of you.

Yours,

Charles

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October 1945

Reinette,

I don’t think you got my last letter. If you did, you would’ve replied by now. If you did, you wouldn’t be safe. So I suppose I’ve been writing to nobody. That’s alright, just getting my feelings down on parchment. I don’t know how I quite feel about you yet. I do know that I want you to come back so we can sort this out.

Yours,

Charles

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January 1946

Reinette,

I’ve taken some time to think about what I wrote in my last letter. About how I didn’t know how to feel about you. I do now. You see, when we were eleven years old, best friends sworn to one another, I fell in love with you. I fell in love with you hard, the way you fall asleep. You feel the drowsiness coming, like you know you’re about to fall in love. It starts quickly, and then you’re caught up in the moment. Nettie… I’m falling asleep for you all over again.

Yours forever,

Charles

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May 1948

Dear Charlie,

I fell asleep for you first.

Love,

Nettie