10 April 2012
(The characters are from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not own the characters, just the plot. Even if you never seen the show you could read this.)
Dear Buffy, I'm coming home, where I belong. We can have the life we've always wanted. My shanshu is to be happening soon. If Willow hasn't informed you yet, my vampirism is going to cease to exist. I've done some pretty stupid things the years we've been apart. I have tried to move on, but I always come back to you. Your silky blonde hair, emerald green eyes, your petite form, your perfectly imperfect nose, your tanned skin. Everything about you draws me to you. Like a moth to the light.
It's odd, isn't it? I'm like a shadow, with my brown eyes, brown hair, pale skin. You're like the sun I can't walk in. That mark on your neck, will prove you mine until we die, and die I will, with you, in many years to come. When were old and gray, grandchildren by our side, my ring on your finger, then it'll be our time. Even then, you will still be mine. In life and death. Always Yours, Angel
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