Castles Made of Glass
Part Four: My Dearest Jake...
"I'll be the one who hears your prayer
Don't have to ask me, I'll be there
I'll be the friend you'll never have to do without...no
When you have nothing at all
You'll still have nothing to worry about
Oh nothing at all"
--Sailor Moon "Nothing at All"
Author's Notes: For those of you who are wondering who Kenshirou is, here is a picture of him: http://www.ragnarokfox.net/DarkAngel/kenshirou_name.jpg. Copy and paste to see the picture.
Jake, your letters made me so happy. Today was so upsetting. (tears hitting paper and ink smears) The clinic was swamped, Raven is at it again. Not many of the patients lived, they were too far gone. I feel so sick to my stomach, Jake. I took some aspirin to see if the headaches would go away. (another set of tears hitting paper and ink smears) Let's not talk about him, your words from the last letter were so comforting. You always know how to make me smile, even as kids, you were always making me feel so happy and alive. I hate war, I hate fighting. I can't wait for the Empire and the Republic to set aside their differences. I just want this to be over. I had a new patient, who did not die from Raven's wounds. He was sick with the flu. He's a nice young man with a heart of gold, and he's Major Karl Schubaltz's kid brother! He's got a childish charm to him, he's a rising star in the making. (another set of tears hitting paper and ink smears) I'm sorry if I'm crying, I sleep alone these days and I don't know what to do anymore. I just want to run away from it all, I want you to hold me. I miss you! Y_Y You asked me what Lt. Aethelwulf thought of Raven, all I could get was a furocious rapid-fire string of alien obscenities. But then he told me that the next time Raven rears his head up, he was gonna blast it away with Psychic Assault... It is clear to see that Leon was pissed off about Raven's little stunt with Karl. I don't blame him for being angry, but I am in no position to be visibly angry with all these patients. Jake, please do me a favor when you get this letter. Plant some of those Imperial Blues that you used to take me to see bloom during the summertime down by the orchard. I keep a flower pot by my desk with an Imperial Blue growing, it reminds me of those times in the orchard. Just you and me, cherry sodas, and talking about school and friends. Gods I hate war. Return to me soon, Jake. Love ya.