Page 77 of Keeping London (Flawed Heart)

London

Loïc

London

To: Loïc Berkeley

From: London Wright

Subject: Love

Loïc,

I know I’m probably not saying the right words. I admit that I don’t know what to say to ease some of your pain, if that is even possible. But I do know that I love you. While I might not do or say the correct things, I can love you with everything I am.

Love has the power to heal. I know it does.

I know it won’t be tomorrow, next month, or maybe not even next year, but I will love you through all the pain until you’re able to feel okay. I understand that you will always mourn Cooper, but someday, you’ll be able to look back at the good times that you shared. Maybe, someday, every memory you have of him won’t be tainted with sadness. Just maybe?

Please call me.

I love you so much.

Love,

London

Loïc

London

To: Loïc Berkeley

From: London Wright

Subject: Are you okay?

Loïc,

Are you okay? I mean, I know you’re not okay, but you know what I mean.

Where are you? What’s going through your mind? Please share your thoughts with me…whatever they are.

I’m sorry if I’m being selfish, but I need to hear from you. Anything. I’m going crazy, not knowing how you are. I’m terrified of you mourning the loss of Cooper over there by yourself.

Why aren’t they sending you home? You can’t possibly think clearly on missions with everything that’s happened. Don’t they understand that?

I get that what you’re going through is way worse than what I am feeling. But I love you, and I’m worried sick about you. Maggie hasn’t heard from you, and I don’t know who else to check with.

Please don’t shut me out. Please let me help you.

Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

I love you, Loïc Berkeley, and nothing will ever change that.

Love,

London

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