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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 2:59 pm
One day, Jules would find an unmarked envelope in her mailbox. On the front was Jules’ name, but nothing else, a clear indicator it had been personally dropped into the box itself. Inside the envelope was a letter. Quote: Dear Jules, I hate that I have to write this, but I’d rather hate it then to suddenly disappear without a trace and to leave a good friend hanging. This letter is off to a great start, isn’t it? Already in the first few lines I’m sure you can see where this is going. I’m sorry for just as quickly as I appeared in your life I’m more than likely going to disappear from it. The magical but yet awful thing about life is that it springs surprises on you whether you’re ready for them or not. My life has taken quite a few sharp, sudden, and drastic turns, ones that I can not address if I chose to remain where I am. Logically, it means the only solution is to go. I’m not sure where that is yet, but I want to assure you with everything I possess that it’s what I need to do. This is asking for a lot of blind faith, but trust that wherever I’m going, it’s where I need to be. There’s a slim chance I might be back after some time, depending on how these things go, but honestly, I don’t think I will be. You’re an amazing person, and an amazing friend. My life has been blessed to have gotten to know you and spend time with you. I will be forever grateful for our talks, the cookies, and the company, and I am sorry for any stress or worry this letter might cause you. You don’t deserve it. After all, you have to deal with Dallas (you’re still way too good for him), and he’ll probably be butt hurt when he gets his letter from me as well. It’s not that he’ll miss me, he’ll just be pissed he spent all this time training me for me to run off, ha! Also, if I may be so bold, after everything I’m doing, I have a favor to ask. I have a cousin who might be coming into the city eventually. I’m going to send her Dallas’ way, because he’s got his ranch and she used to have horses. I think she’d like to have a place where she could have one again, some day. You’ll know my cousin if you see her. People say we look like sisters! Twins, even. But here’s my favor to ask if you see her: please adopt her like the stray she is like how you adopted me. My cousin’s coming from a hard patch in life, and even if she doesn’t say it, she’ll need all the friendly faces and support she can get. You’re one of the best! I hate goodbyes, and I hate sad endings, so here’s the story I’ll say to make it easier: I’m running away to join the Russian circus with both of my Russian lovers. We’ll live happily ever after, but with parkas. Because it’ll be cold, but it’ll be awesome. Thank you for everything. XOXO, Knot
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 3:04 pm
Knot left her letter for Dallas on the kitchen table at his ranch house. Quote: Dallas, I’m sure you saw this coming a mile away. Maybe even ten or a hundred. At some point either before, during, or after this letter I’m sure you’ll be pissed. I would have said it in person, but I hate goodbyes, and knowing you, you wouldn’t have sat still long enough to listen to me get it out, anyways. You never did sentimental, and though you worked to wring it out of me, it’ll still be there at my core. In addition to that, there really was no guarantee you wouldn’t try to pump me full of lead for all the time and effort you invested for me to just run off. No, I’m not running off purely for my Russian lover. I know you’ll think that, but it’s not the whole story. As a man who thrives on his independence, and who has built up his life based on the choices he has made, I think you more than most would understand why I need to go. I didn’t have a choice coming into this life, but now where it goes, I do, and I’ve made my decision. I don’t think I’ll be back. If by some miracle I do though, I’ll contemplate kissing your boots as I try to get back in your good graces. Because I doubt this being a reality, I won’t lose much sleep thinking about what other levels of depravity I’d need to lower myself to. I have a cousin who might come to the city. I’m going to send her your direction. Don’t worry, she’ll be wise to your ways, in case you try to chase her off because you’re still pissed at me. She grew up on a ranch, and it’s been a while, but I think she might like to get back in touch with that life. You have no lack for work around the place, and I’ll vouch for her and her work ethic with my life. (At that point Knot had to stop writing the letter to let out a drawn out “Haaaaaaaaaaah.” Simply because of the irony. She’d vouch for her with her life because it would be her life.) Quote: She also might want to board a horse of her own one day, and I trust you. You’ll know her if you see her. People say we look like twin sisters. Take care of yourself (as in, try not to get riddled with anymore bullet holes or knife wounds). Take care of Jules (she’s still way too good for you). If you thought this letter was already sappy, it’s going to get worse. You probably don’t hear this a lot, so savor it, but meeting you and learning from you was one of the best times of my life. There are no words to express how grateful and appreciative I am. Thank you for everything. I’m skedaddling, Knot
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