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Dear My Lover, II
Oct. 8th, 2011 06:07 pmTitle: Dear My Lover, II
Author: Aleanor Black
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 591
Prompt(s): 272-Bound
Character/Pairing(s): Alan Chamberlain/Charles Wilkerson, Charles/Wife, Alan/Gwen
Summary: Two men, countless letters, one romance that expands over time. This is their tale.
Warning: Stalker-ish behavioral, implied M/M relationship, denial (one both men’s part)
Author’s Note: I almost forgot about this story. I just remember about it when I was looking through some files. So I decided to give this fic another try. Hopefully, something will come of this fic. Still don’t know much about WWI, hope you guys don’t mind. Anyway, please enjoy this little story.
( Mr. Charles Wilkerson will not accept anymore of you letters. )
Dear My Lover,
You think a letter will stop me from writing to you? You know me better than that, Alan. I will not stop until I breathe my last breath. I will not stop until you acknowledge my existence, my relationship to you.
Did she tell you to stop writing to me? Did she found out about us and wanted to put an end to it? It wouldn’t surprise me. You had to follow her wishes despite how you feel about it. As much as I want to blame you, I can’t, once again. I can’t find the energy to release you, to carry on with my duties as a husband and father.
Did I tell you I’m married as well? My father thought there was something wrong with me. He was close to disinherited me from his fortunate. God knows, I didn’t want him to do that but I had no choice but marry someone who doesn’t hold my heart.
Her name is Gwen. She’s a pretty woman with fair skin, rosy cheeks, and bright hair. She reminded me of your wife expect she hardly smiles. She doesn’t love me which would make the marriage better for the both of us. Why should we lie to each other? It makes the easy to perform our duties. It made my father happier to find out she was with child. I didn’t want any children but it was for the good of our family.
You wonder why I’m telling you this?
Maybe it was to have something in common with you. I wanted to share your lie. I want to deny my feelings and keep them in the dark while smiling on the outside. I want to be closer to you, my love. Can you see that! I want you! I want to spend the rest of my dying days with you. I do not care what people think of us. We are men in this country, not some filthy foreign! If only they can accept us instead of denying us our freedom to love in the same space as them. I know you want the same desires as I do but you can’t admit it. I can and I will do if it wasn’t for my father and the threat of disinheritances.
I wish we could go back the way we were. In the days before the Great War, we were boys who loved indiscriminately. We were able to be free without prying eyes or the Great War. Instead, we have to keep ourselves in our closet.
We are bound together in this frighten world. Our sin-oh, our beautiful which holds us to each other-is ours to keep. I don’t care what they say about it, we are met to share the sin together. All we have is each other and why can’t you see it like I do. It was predestined, seen by God, our Father in heaven, have each other, no matter what happened. I want you, plain and simple. I know you think of me too.
I will disregard the letter as a lie. Tell your attorney I mean you no harm.
Forever Yours,
Alan.
Dear Mr. Alan Chamberlain,
I regard to inform you about Mr. Wilkerson’s wishes. I will repeat his intentions once again: Mr. Charles Wilkerson will not accept anymore of you letters.
From,
Douglas Thomas
Attorney of the Wilkerson’s Estate
Author: Aleanor Black
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 591
Prompt(s): 272-Bound
Character/Pairing(s): Alan Chamberlain/Charles Wilkerson, Charles/Wife, Alan/Gwen
Summary: Two men, countless letters, one romance that expands over time. This is their tale.
Warning: Stalker-ish behavioral, implied M/M relationship, denial (one both men’s part)
Author’s Note: I almost forgot about this story. I just remember about it when I was looking through some files. So I decided to give this fic another try. Hopefully, something will come of this fic. Still don’t know much about WWI, hope you guys don’t mind. Anyway, please enjoy this little story.
~II~
( Mr. Charles Wilkerson will not accept anymore of you letters. )
Dear My Lover,
You think a letter will stop me from writing to you? You know me better than that, Alan. I will not stop until I breathe my last breath. I will not stop until you acknowledge my existence, my relationship to you.
Did she tell you to stop writing to me? Did she found out about us and wanted to put an end to it? It wouldn’t surprise me. You had to follow her wishes despite how you feel about it. As much as I want to blame you, I can’t, once again. I can’t find the energy to release you, to carry on with my duties as a husband and father.
Did I tell you I’m married as well? My father thought there was something wrong with me. He was close to disinherited me from his fortunate. God knows, I didn’t want him to do that but I had no choice but marry someone who doesn’t hold my heart.
Her name is Gwen. She’s a pretty woman with fair skin, rosy cheeks, and bright hair. She reminded me of your wife expect she hardly smiles. She doesn’t love me which would make the marriage better for the both of us. Why should we lie to each other? It makes the easy to perform our duties. It made my father happier to find out she was with child. I didn’t want any children but it was for the good of our family.
You wonder why I’m telling you this?
Maybe it was to have something in common with you. I wanted to share your lie. I want to deny my feelings and keep them in the dark while smiling on the outside. I want to be closer to you, my love. Can you see that! I want you! I want to spend the rest of my dying days with you. I do not care what people think of us. We are men in this country, not some filthy foreign! If only they can accept us instead of denying us our freedom to love in the same space as them. I know you want the same desires as I do but you can’t admit it. I can and I will do if it wasn’t for my father and the threat of disinheritances.
I wish we could go back the way we were. In the days before the Great War, we were boys who loved indiscriminately. We were able to be free without prying eyes or the Great War. Instead, we have to keep ourselves in our closet.
We are bound together in this frighten world. Our sin-oh, our beautiful which holds us to each other-is ours to keep. I don’t care what they say about it, we are met to share the sin together. All we have is each other and why can’t you see it like I do. It was predestined, seen by God, our Father in heaven, have each other, no matter what happened. I want you, plain and simple. I know you think of me too.
I will disregard the letter as a lie. Tell your attorney I mean you no harm.
Forever Yours,
Alan.
~oOoOoOo~
Dear Mr. Alan Chamberlain,
I regard to inform you about Mr. Wilkerson’s wishes. I will repeat his intentions once again: Mr. Charles Wilkerson will not accept anymore of you letters.
From,
Douglas Thomas
Attorney of the Wilkerson’s Estate
