the letters that where for you (goodomens)

part 2

odd.

was the only word that came across aziraphales mind.

he closed shop early and went to reside in his home, another part of the building.
he sets a water filled kettle on the stove,waiting for it to boil.

he picked up an envelope. in a moment full of curiosity he opened it.

as soon as he read the first sentence he was hooked onto the letters. they where in fact love letters, so he of course was indulged.

the writer of these letters wasn't the best, yet the words they chose was so questionable, yet understandable at the same time.

the kettle screeched out into the kitchen catching aziraphale off guard.
he went over to the kettle picked it up and poured into a glass while dipping a tea big in and out to let it diffuse.

as he walked back to his original spot he was reading the letters he looked at the plant that crowley gave him as a gift once. aziraphale looked at and gave it such kindly words that its leaves perked up towards the ceiling.

he sat back down and began to read again the words that where written onto the pages.
the amount of love that was rushing off of the pages onto him was astonishing.

the letters read about how the writer wishes ever so much to hold the person who they wrote too with ever so much love.

azriphale could never quite figure out who was pinning for who as the author never wrote their name fully down. it was always just a simple little;
gratefully, your friend
your best friend
love, c.

oh how aziraphale wished to know who the author was speaking too yet they never used any pronouns and only referred to the person they where writing to as 'you' or 'angel'.

it reminded him of someone.

he dabbed his eyes from tears as he finished the last letter in the pile, it was reaching eleven at night.

"how beautiful" aziraphale whispered as the letter was so sad yet filled with love. it pulled him to tears at many occasions, especially the end. how the writer signed off was what got him the most.

I never sent you one of these letters (at least yet) but I will regret it if I don't.
i think for now it's time for me to decide my decisions over a break.

I hope to see you again, but when I do, you see me the way I see you.

with all the love in galaxy,
C.


oh how the words made azriphale feel loads of love, the writer truly cared greatly for the receiver, and aziraphale could see that clearly.

as he slipped the letter back into its respective envelope, he noticed a date and year, september 15 1862. it looked incredibly familiar to him yet he can't quite remember what the date and or occasion was. so he put everything away and decided a nights rest would be enjoyable.