To Amos, From Abel

( There is a book wrapped in cloth attached to the letter )

Amos,

     You know the saying don’t judge a book by its cover, right? Well, please do keep it in mind. And please don’t fucking judge me when you open said book. I know it looks cheesy, so please hear me out:

     I’ve never been much of a romantic, you know that. Hell, I am aware you’re no bouquet of roses either, but this is one of the most fascinating reads I’ve gotten in a long time. The whole reason why I started reading it was (and I cannot stress this enough) because I found myself bored out of my goddamn mind. There’s only so much one can do when waiting for mass to be over. When trapped in the library for William to come, I found myself grabbing what I saw first and decided to give it a try.

     And shit, I could not put it down. It has been a while since I've found myself this invested in a book: the descriptions are well-written, the world is fantastically developed, and the characters feel… well. They feel real. I think they kind of remind me of us: relationship under wraps, secret meetings, all of that sort. Their story ends on tragedy, but besides that small fact, I would say it’s pretty thematic. And lemme assure you, the book being called Passion of a Sin-bound Heart has nothing to do with it.

     I am not the type to ruin a read by blabbering about what will happen before you experience the words by yourself, but there’s something I would like to bring to your attention: There is a specific scene when the lady tells her man she wants to receive a “sin-bound” letter (as ridiculous as that sounds), and that’s where the book gets its name. Sounds a bit steamy, right? But when the reader gets the contents of that letter revealed, it is actually pretty sweet: they talk about their day, about what they would have done if they were around each other, about what they wanna do next time they’re together, and a bunch more domestic things. Maybe I’ve never been much of a romantic, but who's to say that I can’t start now?

     So. Amos.

     My day was as normal as they come. Breakfast came and went, and I was one of the lucky ones who was tasked with helping make it. I chose a finer type of dish, good old eggs, and bacon, and it seemed to do the trick. Though by the time I was done making breakfast for everyone in the congregation, I was so sick of the smell that eating my plate was quite the struggle. Still, it was proteinic, and it hit the spot. Would that be something you’d like me to make, for you, for breakfast? I could if you wanted to, dedicate myself to the kitchen as well. Trust me, I’m no five-star chef, but I am pretty stubborn when it comes to what I want to achieve. And if a good breakfast is something you’d like from me, you will never hear me complaining.

     The rest of it was pretty uneventful. Studying, cleaning, praying– I’ve been trying to hone my skills on a particular spell, (which does wonders for my craft, mind you), but has a single peculiarity that I believe you might find interesting: it looks like moonlight. Of course, that’s a bit of a broad concept, but the light that it produces really does feel like that soft sort of nightly glow. I don’t believe that it would ever do much to illuminate an entire room, but it would give enough of a guidance to find a path through it. The actual effect of the spell doesn’t matter. I just want you to be able to gaze upon it, one day.

     Because what I would have done if you were there, was show you that light, and indulge in how it would highlight your features. Studies be dammed, I would have spent the entire day with you, hidden somewhere where judgemental eyes could not reach– or better yet, somewhere where they did not matter. Just you and me, enjoying each other’s company, and each other’s gentle embrace. Does that not sound like the ideal scenario? It definitely does to me.

     Lastly… well, as pleasant as it might be to imagine what would have been, one thing we can do is talk about what we will do, together. By the end of this week, I want to take you with me to this one spot I found, nearing that one patch of trees that everyone around here seems to avoid. At first, I had heard that it was because of dangerous animals, and lots of thorns, but it just seemed to be hard to get to. Once again, whoever is lazy will make up excuses not to go somewhere and do something– and I, not being lazy, got to experience firsthand that little hidden spot in the woods.

     And I want you to experience it with me, too.

     Look, I will not spoil any surprises, I just want to leave you with enough information to rile you up, and get you excited about spending time with me. The only thing I can do is promise a great view, some food, maybe a picnic blanket, and a good time. Though it is always a good time when I am around you, so that might just be a given, the other way around. Or at least, I hope so.

     Meet me Friday night then, usual spot. And give me any thoughts you might have on this book if you end up getting a chance to give it a read– It’s not too long, just about the two-fifty page mark. I wonder if that star-crossed romance has something to do with how short it is… tragic, is it not? But one hell of a trip nonetheless.

     Find me, if you need me before then. I will be there for whatever you need.

    Will see you soon, 

 𝒜𝒷𝑒𝓁