A Toy With Wings

Twenty

I enter the library, hoping for a bit of silence and to be left alone, but instead, I forget about the letters. Hundreds of angels are in the library, pouring over them.

Oh shit.

I approach the librarian, and she hands me a stack of letters. "Don't yell in the library again, or else," she says, but I don't pay much attention to that.

I manage to find a chair to sit on and read my letters. The first one is from Jezebel.

Orson,

Fuck you.

Jezebel.

I sigh and roll my eyes. Stupid drama. Stupid girl drama I don't even want a hand in. The next letter is from Amber.

Orson,

Are you mad at me? How was I supposed to know that you were on our side?

For God's fricking sake, Orson, as soon as I saw you in that devil's dungeon, I thought you and your brown-haired girlfriend were traitors, since you weren't locked up. Children of the skies, but ones who turned nonetheless. I couldn't bear traitors. I dueled you guys, but I lost. And you smirked in my face. Personally, I think I did well. I challenge you to face off against me and your girlfriend if you don't believe me.

Well, I don't know about you. Don't think I don't know about you cursing my "insanity" and your hate. Now I know what Jezebel means by you being stupid and selfish, but I don't quite agree so personally, though.

P.S.: I asked your friend Angela. She said that you and her aren't dating yet. You should totally ask her out sometime. My advice? Ask her outdoors, in the bright sun. She'll love it.

P.P.S.: Now, I know you're seriously doubting me, but I'm a girl myself, and I date a girl. Who's the expert here?

P.P.P.S.: Jezebel says, "F_ _ _ you."

P.P.P.P.S.: If I die, tell Pa I love him.

Amber Skyward

I'm stunned. Amber died thinking that her father was alive.

I quickly skim through the rest of my letters. A letter from Angus basically consisting of two letters, 'f' and 'u'. That berserker can't even spell. Gabby's one giving me advice on how to fight, which I skip. I'll read it some day, but bad timing. Angela doesn't write, though.

Bono writes to me, saying thanks for freeing him. It's simple, but I also ignore it.

I try to focus on the fact that Jezebel and Amber are both officially dead. D-E-A-D. But I feel horrible because I'm only slightly saddened.

Lastly, I receive a letter from Goodie. For some reason, I read the whole thing.

Miss Orsin?

Ken u tel me and the udders a story? Pleeeeeease????????????

Goodie

I facepalm. I think the kid was trying to say, 'Miss Orson, can you tell me and the others a story, please?'.

I don't get the gesture, but it's cute.

"Miss Orson?"

The little psychopath staring at me has darling blond curls atop his head. His hair looks like spaghetti.

"Yes, Goodie?"

"You dropped a letter, Miss Orson!" he said, waving the letter in the air.

"Gee, thanks, kid," I say as I scan the envelope. It's from Evangeline, my sweet love.