[ArtisticDoll] Love letter

Dear Lady Dillia

I’m sorry for not being very good at wording what I want to tell you, but this is my last hope of ever telling you…well…anything! Every time I wanted to tell you personally, I got scared and made up an excuse on why I visited you. None of those excuses were lies, because I mainly told you ‘I wanted to see you’. That’ll always be true!

I’m sorry for visiting so often, but also for avoiding you for long periods of time. I just don’t really know what to do most of the time. You’re so differed from how I am it confuses and scares me at times! I’m not scared of YOU though, I know I can rely on you. The differences are what scare me…

For example, you’re extremely beautiful and kind! You really have everyone’s respect in this forest, even if they don’t show it. I wish I had that kind of charm…

I really like you, especially because you seem to appreciate me as well and actually REMEMBER me! I know that sounds weird, but…it makes me happy to be remembered. You also helped me with acquiring the ability to show at least some expression on my face, and to stand up for myself. I really like you for those things, and many more. I like all of you!

Maybe it’s best to quit writing this now, because I feel really awkward.

…you know what? This isn’t going to get to you anyways, so I may as well go all out.

I really like you, as in ‘I-like-you-love-like-you’. I don’t really know how to say it other ways, so I’m sorry for writing it like this. I must be crazy: I actually write like you’ll ever read this! You’ll never know what’s written here.

No one really likes me but you, they’re all afraid of me. Tormented tries to hide it, but he’s always nervous around me. The cat is….okay…but then again she’s insane. I don’t really have anyone aside from you. That’s why I hammered that nail in my chest in the first place: so I could actually spend more time with you! I could carry you around, and you wouldn’t have to stay inside all the time. We could have fun…right?

Actually, nevermind. Someone like you shouldn’t stay with someone as ugly as I am. I really think people would avoid you because you’d be around me so often, and maybe you’ll meet someone and fall in love with them if you spend time outside without me.

Hah, as if you’d even WANT to be near me!

I’m not beautiful and smart like you are, and I’m sorry I seem either extremely clingy or extremely distant to you. I’m sorry, but I really don’t know what to do.

I’ll just stay away, until you’ll need me to bring you somewhere again or I want to see you. Selfish of me isn’t it?

But then again I AM selfish, and that’s something that’ll never change. That’s why I won’t send this letter or allow anyone to see it, to save myself the pain and embarrassment. And you’d probably pity me or something, I don’t know.

Wow, this letter started off as a love letter and ended up being a vent letter! Hah, I must truly be insane.  I wanted to say ‘I love you’ at the beginning, but maybe I should add a few things to that.

- I envy you
- I admire you
- I look up to you
- I wish I was like you
-I wish you’d like me
- I don’t want to be alone, but right now I don’t want to see you don’t know what’d happen if I’d see you.

I don’t really know how to end the letter, so I’ll just say bye…?

~Doll (or Lillianne)

Lady painting had read the letter with trembling hands, yet she tried to keep calm in front of the grinning girl in front of her. “Katy” The painted lady started, addressing her feline-loving friend “How long ago did you say she wrote this?”. “YESTERDAY~” Katy replied “I snatched it up when they weren’t watching and brought it to you~! It had YOUR name on it!”. “I see…” Dillia sighed. This was not good…

In all honesty, she liked Lillianne. She knew the spirit which possessed a puppet (or doll as Lillianne preferred it to be called) could leave it, but she had only caught sight of her friend as a ghost once. She had been in awe to say the least. But she was attracted to more than just the spirit’s appearance. Her clumsy attitude, will to do right, her (sometimes awkward) ways of dealing with problems, the will to just be accepted and her overall inability to give up on something she really wanted all drew Dillia in. She was fascinated by her friend.

She had been more than a bit worried when she found out she had indeed hammered a nail in her chest, especially when she saw black liquid leaking out. She demanded that Lillianne would be more carefull, and never do something like that just to have some company. Lillianne claimed it hadn’t hurt her, but the occasional flinch told Dillia otherwise. She had been so worried for the puppet’s safety…

But did she love her the way Lillianne clearly loved Dillia?

Smiling, she neatly folded up the letter and put it somewhere inside her painting frame.

“Would you kindly bring me to Lillianne?” Lady painting said, a small smile on her face. “I think we have quite a few things to discuss”.

The cat of scarecrow happily agreed to help her friend out.