Author: The Ink Slinger

Chapter 6
[6 of 9]

My dear, sweet Blair,

Do I look anything like you imagined, Blair? I was hoping you wouldn't notice me yet. But it's my fault. I need to see you constantly and therefore I got careful. I'm new to this, so don't be too harsh on me. I'm new to this so I'm bound to make mistakes but I know you, Blair, you're forgiving. You'll forgive me. It's not in you to hold a grudge. I guess I'm just too impatient. I wanted to rush along the days and seeing you made that happen. I wanted time to pass and whenever I was near you, it did. I'm sorry, Blair. I had it all planned and I ruined that. I know how much you like fresh fruit, so I planned on bumping into you at the market. Asking you for coffee. I wanted you to fall for me without realising we were meant to be and then I was going to fill you in. I was going to tell you who I was. But I guess it's too late for that. Still, we can pretend, can't we? You don't really know me, not properly, so we can still wait a while.

Yesterday you looked terrible. How long has it been since you took care of yourself, Blair? Normally you're so immaculate. You hadn't brushed your hair and you hadn't bothered to match your clothes. Are you ill? Perhaps you should see a doctor. It's been a while since you've been to visit Daddy, Blair, perhaps it's time you went. Maybe you're feeling guilty. You should have a soak tonight. In the bath, with bubbles and candles. I'll put some bubble-bath and scented bath-oils in a box with this letter. A present. You'll feel a million dollars when you get out, I know. And imagine how you'll smell! Don't forget to take care of your hair, though. It's so beautiful, your hair. And your skin. But I know you love your hair. Your beautiful, golden hair. It's like a curly waterfall. It's been a while since you gave it a hundred strokes with the brush, too, so maybe you should do that before bed. And, Blair, ease up on the coffee. It's not good for you. More than eight cups a day is bad for you health, Blair.

I'm sorry, Blair. I sound like your mother, don't I? I know how much you hated her, hated the way she nagged. But you see, Blair, it's because she cared. Like I care. One day, maybe, you'll come to see that it's not always bad that someone cares. I love you. It's the first time I've said it so openly, isn't it? It must be a shock to you. But you see, Blair, I do love you. I always have. We're meant to be, Blair. It's destined. Like how your eyes are blue and your hair is blonde and your skin is pale. It's like that. We're meant to be, just like you're meant to be blonde haired and blue eyed. It's destiny, it's fate. We're meant to be.

I love you, my dear sweet Blair, forever.

I'll be watching you, Blair, forever.


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