Subject: Worried
Hey,King,
Okay, I’m trying not to worry. No, that’s a lie. I’m past worried. Now, I’m just trying not to freak out. It’s been three days. Leif is out of jail, and I still haven’t heard from you or seen you. I drove by your house last night and almost stopped and went in. Just to see… Just to find out… But in the end I kept going. I didn’t want to get either one of us in trouble or risk anyone finding out our plans and trying to stop us from leaving. And King, I believe in you. I believe inus.
But I can’t lie.
It’s hard when I haven’t heard one word from you in four days. Haven’t seen you in five. And yes, I’m counting them. Because, if I don’t, I feel like I start to lose myself and it seems longer. God, I miss you. I know it’s just been a day, and I cringe even writing this, sounding so needy. Still, I’m missing everything about you. Your body on me. Covering me. Taking me. I’m aching for you, your arms, your touch. It’s a physical ache.
Please, King.
Write me. Call me. Text me. Hell, send me a message by pigeon.
I just want to know that you’re all right. That we’re all right.
And God. Ignore that last part. I sound so pathetic. I know we’re fine.
Just call, okay?
Yours forever,
Lennon
From: Lennon Ward
Sent: May 18, 2012 11:24 PM
To: King Sullivan
Subject: Where are you?
King,
It’s been eight days. Eight. Days. I’m past worried and have gone on to fucking afraid.
Where are you?
Leif has been out of jail for nearly a week now and I’ve seen him downtown and outside of Hunt Auto. And still nothing of you. Nothingfromyou. I’m still trying to hold onto the hope that we’re leaving together, that you haven’t left me. But, King, I can’t lie. Each day that passes, it’s getting harder and harder to believe that we’ll be together. That you’re going to keep your promise to me. That you won’t leave me.
But the thought that every time you held me, kissed me, made love to me was a lie makes me sick. I refuse to believe that. You love me just as much as I love you and we swore we’d never abandon each other. No matter what anyone says, I know you’d never do that to me.
So I’ll wait for you.
I’ll trust you.
Please, please don’t break my heart, King.
Yours forever,
Lennon
From: Lennon Ward
Sent: June 1, 2012 12:24 AM
To: King Sullivan
Subject: Gone