Letters [Part 2]
The SpeakeasyFriday, July 16, 1926
Dear Bbang,
It feels like there's an empty void in my chest since the day that you left. I miss you deeply. You don't know this, but after you left the car, I went to the dock a few moments later. I arrived too late, though. Your ship was already leaving. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Sometimes I see the ship in my dreams but instead of leaving, it's arriving and I have you all to myself again.
Life here is even more dull than it was before I met you. You don't have to worry about raids, our speakeasies are the most secure of New York. Nothing's happening here, next to the quarrels my father gets into. It's none of my business yet. Although, it probably won't take long before I'll have to visit people to intimidate them. To make my name. How stupid is that? This didn't help to make you worry less, did it? I'm sorry.
I still go to the suite every now and then. Sometimes my foolish mind hopes you'll open the door. I think I won't ever completely get used to the fact that you're not here at the moment. I hope you're doing well. I think about you every moment of the day. I try to imagine how your day is. I hope it's not too dull if you only see the blue of the water. It'd be amazing for you if you saw whales. Then I imagine you coming back and telling me about these things and the excited look on your face that I imagine you'd have, makes me smile before only making me miss you more.
I feel like I'm whining. I'm writing this in the middle of the night and I'd be lying if I told you I didn't have any drinks. Take care of yourself, Bbang. I miss you. I think I'll sleep in your shirt tonight.
Himchan
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