Love in Letters

Dear Addie,

 I am James Lancaster. Son of Dr. Adel Lancaster. Dr. Adel Lancaster wished for a chance to speak with you in person, however, old age takes a large toll on a man with many dreams successfully and unsuccessfully accomplished. Some days it was hard for him, knowing he made a mistake That everybody across the globe knew about. He felt that he should make all the decisions Since he was all that. Death was a relief for him. He said that "death is a way to get out of a World that does not support what you believe.”

When we met, you did not learn much about me. I normally don't go into my hectic life, being the son of a famous scientist and everything. But now that he has died, it is like a door has opened for me. Along with a window of understanding. 

You, of all people, would understand this better than anybody else could understand. Even my father would not have understood. You, Addie, are the niece of one of my dad's former colleagues Marie Swanson. After her successful downfall of my father, I could not hate you or be more grateful.  Lancaster (my father) finally settled down, and we stopped moving so much. I finally made permanent friends, who have helped me a great deal. My father wanted better for me, He wanted me to keep the family tradition of fame. I have tried everything. Nothing stuck, leaving my father very disappointed. It felt like he no longer loved me. 

Some things, you just can’t change. I tried baking, cooking, and science of course. I have tried music, art, sports, and a bunch of other things I do not have the space to list. Fame just does not work out for me, as it had for you.

Addie, I hope you get this letter soon. I know how much your aunt Marie meant to you. When she passed, it pierced a bullet in my heart too. My father would not know the glory of knowing his former colleagues and enemy has met their own fate. I however believe that enemies are for the tortured spirit, so I strive to not have one. 

I have written to you so you could answer my question. Many people are listening in on the phone lines and power lines of the sort, so I am sure you already know this. I feel that I must complete my father’s work, however, I do not know how you could do it. 

Addie, you are familiar with fame, as you are right now. I need your help. I can understand if you don’t want to help me, as my father tricked your aunt those many years ago.

Ever since we met, I knew that you would help me. Addie. I still love you. I still love you will all my heart. It has been a few years since… what we don’t speak of. I would like to know that you are okay. I would like to know if you still love me too.

Yours truly, 

                                                                     James Lancaster

Dear James,

It is heartwarming, really, to see you write so beautifully. I have not seen it or read it in a long time. I still have mixed feelings about whether to help you or marry you for that matter. Or even if I still love you like I did.

I know death hurts James. You feel like it is something you did or something you did not do. I assure you, that much James.

Fame is not for you James. I am not sure it is even for me. Fame, as much as you think it brings you glory, it could bring you pain. You feel the pain of despair, sadness, regret, anger, and want rather than need. I have never stayed in one place my whole life, even now when I have the chance, I am forced to keep moving.

I know you could do whatever your fate brings you, but be warned. I feel if I send this letter, people would find you. They could hurt you, James. I don’t want that to happen. I have many enemies. I try my best not to, like you said and still say apparently, but some people just hate. They don’t trust me and want my medical discoveries destroyed. I want all this fame to be over, but once you have it, you never really do lose it completely. It comes back in some way, shape, or form and stares you right in the face. Reminding you of what you have, and what you wish you hadn’t.

Marie still thought highly of Adel, even after he tricked her. Aunt Marie would even say that she loved him sometimes. Even after she turned Adel into the police and made him put Earth back and prove that his hypothesis was wrong, she made it so he had a decreased sentence in jail. You probably would not know it, but she wrote Adel just as you do me.

When you get this letter, you must shred it. Every last piece of it. Then soak it in milk and water. Dig a hole and put it in. Pour a bit of gasoline and set it on fire. Put the fire out and spread the ashes in multiple different holes. Then fill in the holes. You must do this quickly, as people are going to be looking for you… and me. 

James, when I get out of this jam, I’ll marry you. Even if it means disgracing my family’s name by marrying a person with the last name of that trickster, Dr. Lancaster.

Remember James, what it was like when we were young. That is the real silver and gold of life. Don’t dwell on what you tried and failed at. Think about what you will try, and what you could do. Also remember, fame is not for everybody. Whatever good it could bring you, if any, it would bring the bad.

I miss you so much.

Goodbye for now,

                                         Addie J Heart (niece of Marie Swanson)