allison: i know we don’t get along, but i got you this bath bomb as a peace offering. whenever you feel stressed, just run yourself a bath and throw this in. i promise, all your worries will be gone in seconds
This is my first Umbrella Academy imagine. This is definitely a part 1, I just haven’t decided whether tp make it a mini-series or a full blown series yet. I hope you enjoy, you can find my updated master-list here.
Being one of the Hargreeves kids was no easy task. It meant constant training and missions along with the impossible standards. But you never complained, instead, you decided from an early age that you were going to do your best to be there for your siblings. Your powers were empath/healing. For people you don’t know, you have to maintain a physical connection with them to read/impose emotions. But for those you knew, you could read them just by looking at them. Sometimes, you could feel the distress without looking at them, it just really depended. So far, in comparison to the others, this power proved useless in missions so you were only ever called in after. Your dad had said that you just needed to unlock more of your potential and that you weren’t trying enough. But you were, you really were trying as hard as you could. You just wanted to be with the others.
Over the years you got used to it. You would sneak around at night and check in on your siblings, taking away any soreness they had from training and making sure they never had to face any nightmares. It wasn’t much, but it was better than doing nothing. None of them were ever any the wiser as you would purposefully slip in and out without waking them.
This went well until one night when you realized Klaus was not in his room. It wasn’t long before you felt it. He was scared, terrified. You went to Pogo and asked where your father had taken # 4. Pogo was hesitant to tell you, so you took his hand and projected just an instant of what Klaus was feeling. Pogo then explained everything.
You were extremely careful as you snuck out of the mansion. You felt so much anger towards your dad for putting Klaus through this. But that anger was overshadowed by your concern for your brother.
When you finally made it down to the cemetery, it wasn’t hard to find the tomb that Klaus was locked in. You struggled to open it and slipped inside.
“Klaus,” you said softly trying not to freak him out anymore.
But it was like he couldn’t hear you, not over all of the voices.
“Klaus,” you tried again, moving closer towards him.
When you didn’t receive a response you decided that there was only one way to get through to him. You gently reached out and held his hands in yours. Then you lived his nightmare with him slowly taking it away and replacing it with happy thoughts. Tears were running down your face as you felt to loneliness and fear.
“Y/n?” Klaus’ smaller than normal voice brought you out of your thoughts.
You wiped your tears and faked a smile towards your brother, “Yes Klaus?”
“Thank you,”
“Anytime,” you replied pulling him into a hug.
“Can we get out of here?”
“No, because dad would know and lash out”
“I-I can’t stay here alone, they’ll come back,”
“I’m going to stay here with you until morning. You aren’t alone,” you reassured.
The two of you talked for a while before you told him to try his best to get some rest. Which was an easy task once you used your powers on him. Everything was going fine until the exertion of using your powers earlier started to take over and you also fell asleep.
You woke up being ripped off the ground and away from Klaus.
“Number 8, this is simply unacceptable. I am so disappointed that you feel the need to continually disrupt your siblings’ training. I think it is time to take a more direct approach with you,” your dad spoke.
“Please dad don’t she was just trying to help,” Klaus pleaded.
“As for you number four, I think we will just be forced to extend your stay here.”
“Please, don’t, he doesn’t deserve this.”
But nothing either of you said would ever make a difference. Not to him. So you decided to do something you never would have thought to do before. You grabbed his arm and forced on him the emotions of his kids. The nightmares, the doubts, the fear, the isolation. Before you could continue you felt a small pinch in your neck and everything went black.
When you woke up, you were locked in a small room, with annoyingly white walls. The floor and ceiling were also white, your clothes were white. The only thing of color was an empty IV connected to your arm, which was odd, but you didn’t really care. Nothing mattered, not really, not anymore. You just felt empty and alone.
You were in that cell for 5 days and then you were allowed to return to your room which had been cleared of everything that you had once cherished. Grace came in to give you a vitamin explaining that it was supposed to help you. You swallowed it and laid down on your bed starring up at the ceiling.
Over the next few days, you refused to eat. You didn’t see a point in any of it. You didn’t feel anything. Klaus returned and locked himself in his room wishing that he could forget the last week of his life. But now that the voices were activated, they wouldn’t go away and he was too distraught to even consider learning how to control them.
Your siblings were told that you and Klaus went on a mission, one that did not go well. Reginald told them that neither of you were to be bothered. This naturally had the opposite effect.
Five was the first one who managed to see you. He blipped into your room and was shocked to see how bare it was, except the plate of uneaten food. You were just sitting on your bed staring at the wall.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked.
But you didn’t even seem to register he was there. To say he was worried about you was an understatement. You were always the one that…well that didn’t matter. The point was that something was wrong and he needed to help you. He reached out for your arm, sitting on the edge of your bed.
“Oh. Hello, number five. I didn’t see you come in,” you said in a straight voice.
“Isn’t that an understatement,” he mumbled to himself, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright, how are you?” you said in a voice almost unrecognizable.
“Like you don’t already know,” he shot back trying to lighten the mood.
“I don’t, or I wouldn’t have asked,”
“What do you mean you don’t know? What happened to the empath powers?”
“I don’t have powers anymore,” you stated with indifference.
“Oh my god, Y/n I’m so sorry,” he said pulling you into a stiff hug. Your dad had said the mission went bad, but geez.
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you feel bad? I don’t feel anything, so why should you,”
“Listen- I don’t know what happened on your mission with Klaus, but we will figure it out, I promise.”
“What mission?”
Five was going to ask you what you meant, but before he could he heard someone coming and was forced to blip out of your room.
Cuddling with Klaus Hargreeves would look something like this…
We can all agree that Klaus seems like a very affectionate person.
Cheek kisses, holding hands, hugs… literally everything and anything. It’s the result of a touch starved childhood.
You indulged his affections and the only way to describe how he made you feel was warm. It was nice having someone who would hold you and pour all their love and affection for you.
And when Klaus showed you affection it felt genuine. His flighty personality made it so that every small act of touch made you blush knowing that somewhere in his mind he was thinking of you.
It was… rather nice.
Now of course relationships are boundary breaking and by far one of the largest boundaries broken was your problem with sleeping.
Overthinking was a killer and sleep had always been hard. Your mind could never shut down and the only way to describe your issue was, as you had told Klaus, “like the world was collapsing in on itself”.
“That sounds really awful.”
“Tell me about it.”
So one night, Klaus decided to stay over. It was only slightly nerve wracking for you. You were scared of him falling asleep and you still being… well awake.
Klaus was aware of your situation as refrained himself from touching you as he fell asleep beside you.
The moment worked out exactly how you thought… Klaus asleep and you awake and anxious and fighting off the urge to shift.
You failed at that.
You tried to shift quietly but Klaus heard you regardless. He let out a groan. “You’re still up?”
“Sorry.” You murmured.
He rubbed his eyes. “No, no! It’s fine. It’s not your fault.”
You softly smiled. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I think it’s a good thing seeing as you aren’t asleep. I’d rather stay up all night with you then have you suffer alone.”
You grin, his words cheering you up. “I know. I just wish there was a way for me to stop thinking for one fucking moment.”
He nods, his eyes seeming to be lost in thought. Klaus looked at you calmly. “Do you trust me?”
You nodded.
And that moment changed everything. He still faced you, looking you in the eyes as he slightly shifted. His arms wrapped around your back, lightly pushing you closer to him. Surprisingly, you didn’t panic. In fact, you collapsed into his warmth. Your head fell against his chest and you felt his lips kiss your temple.
It was the best night of sleep you had ever gotten.
From there, Klaus slept over every night and he held you. Your mind no longer raced down highways and you stopped tossing and turning.
And Klaus… he was overjoyed that he had somehow managed to solve your problem. He felt needed and that was something rare to him.
“Hey, Klaus?”
“Yeah, Y/N?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being here.” you murmured. “When I’m with you, the world no longer collapses.”
Klaus Hargreeves dating a shy reader would include…
Klaus is the opposite of shy.
He’s loud, he’s boisterous, he’s unapologetically himself. It’s a surprise that someone who is shy would fall in love with someone so distinctly the opposite.
But opposites attract or so the saying goes.
You meeting Klaus would be purely accidental. He prefers to hang out at parties, clubs, bars- places where he won’t be alone. Those places were not necessarily your scene.
Shockingly, you met Klaus at a coffee shop. You were there to relax, do some reading and have a nice cup of coffee. Klaus was recovering from a hangover and smoking a cigarette outside.
You bumped into him while leaving.
It was like a twisted cliché.
You spilled your drink on him, he jumped and you squealed.
It was one big fucking mess.
You were scared he was going to be angered and were surprised but relieved when he only laughed. “Wow, that really warmed me up. How’d you know I was cold?”
You stared at him in confusion and embarrassment. “I am so sorry.”
His voice was sweet and seemed to stay at the positive tone from before. “No, no, no. You’re more than good.”
When you finally calmed you almost cried because Klaus looked completely… wrecked. If you had known him you would know Klaus couldn’t care about what he wore as long as it somewhat expressed himself and fit comfortably. But from your eye he looked… well… like he needed some help.
You took him back to your apartment to give him something… no anything… to wear. He insisted it was okay but didn’t protest when you dragged him along.
You didn’t speak much, instead listened to all of his stories and random thoughts that popped into his head.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” he said, once it had been ten minutes and you still didn’t say a word.
“No.” you replied. “Some people are better as listeners.”
Klaus didn’t know what to say to that. He appreciated being listened to. He had never been listened to truly in his life but he also knew that sometimes people needed to be heard.
When the two of you arrived at your apartment he took a skirt, a leather jacket and a band t-shirt and somehow managed to pull it off?
“Well, now I owe you one.” he thought out loud.
You laugh. “You don’t owe me anything, Klaus. I owed you.”
“Yeah and now I owe you. Or maybe we can just agree that me owing you is me trying to say I would like to hang out with you again?”
His words flustered you. “Really?”
“Of course!” he said. “Maybe I can be the listener in your life.”
He left after that and he left you stunned at the sudden wisdom.
Soon after the two of you went out together often.
Klaus did indeed become the listener in your life. He was rather good at it too. He pushed you out of your comfort zone but somehow managed to make it comfortable just by being there beside you.
He fit right into the crazy and unfamiliar but he was familiar to you so… it was an odd but comfortable balance.
Book stores were an interesting feat due to the fact that Klaus had a short attention span. However, if he did ever roam off you could find him in the manga aisle scrolling through the comic-like books.
“We should start watching anime.”
“I mean… sure.”
If Klaus ever did take you to a bar (the only place of his you’d ever step foot in) he made sure to introduce you to his nice friends. You’d soon fall into conversation and he’d smile knowing that you were happy.
Cooking together was interesting because Klaus was surprisingly good at it and you… not so much. He’d teach you and it was the one time he was calm. His fingers were made to work quick and cutting up peppers and onions fell along those lines.
He’s very affectionate but in odd ways. He loves giving you flowers or little things that remind him of you (anything ranging from a penny, to a ticket stub to a candy wrapper).
*** Cheek kisses
Watching movies together but only as long as Klaus could make commentary (he is definitely the type of person who likes to make funny or sarcastic comments during movies… cough, cough **me)
But most of all, Klaus made you feel special.
“Remember, when you said you were more of a listener?”
“Yeah, Klaus. I remember.”
“Well, I like hearing your voice.”
“Thanks, Klaus. It’s all because of you, you know.”
“Really? I’m glad then. I like listening to the Y/N show.”
“The Y/N show?” you laugh.
“Yup. The Y/N show. You’re the star.”
“Then you’re the producer.”
“Of course. And I’ll get to announce at the end of each night. That’s the end of the Y/N show! So long! Farewell! Good evening and Good Night!”
Klaus has had to live through a number of difficult situations.
It doesn’t help that his siblings are shit with emotions and don’t realize to ask if he’s okay (especially with his addiction).
I feel like you were someone Klaus met a long time ago on one of his excursions out of the house as a teen. You were easy to talk to and the two of you became quick friends.
You’d already become a sort of therapist for Klaus. Or maybe a better word would be a shoulder to lean on. A friend’s place to crash in. You were just… therewhen no one else in his life had truly been.
Your first time truly comforting Klaus was after Ben’s death. Instead of being greeted with sympathy, the Hargreeves children were met with anger, disappointment and criticism.
It may not have been painstakingly obvious but Klaus was deteriorating inside.
So he had found himself sneaking out that night, Ben’s ghost not aiding to fill the lack of flesh and bone he used to walk in. He stumbled in through the fire escape of your apartment; drunk, a bottle of vodka in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
“Klaus, what are you doing in my fire escape?”
“Drinking away my sorrows. It sounds pretty poetic, don’t you think?”
He explained Ben’s death, gave a drunken recount of the funeral and deflected all forms of emotional questioning at all. But you didn’t need to hear the words to see that Klaus was in grief.
You listened to his rambling with a sad smile, preparing the couch for him. His face began to pale and a sickly mask overtook his features. The two of you stumbled to the roof, thinking it best to allow him to get some air.
The stars were shining brightly, a last ode to Ben in your opinion. Klaus stared at them in a daze. “He always loved the stars.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. When we were little we used to make wishes on them all the time.”
The gesture was sweet, innocent for someone so broken. “What would you wish for?”
“Candy.” he laughed. “And other things too. They never came true though.”
You nodded. “Well, have you ever wished on a burning star?”
His expression was priceless, like a lost child. “Burning stars?”
“Yeah. Burning stars. Ones that shine brighter than all the others. My grandma would say that burning stars are the ones you have to wish on.”
“Why?”
“Because when they die… when they finally go out… they become stardust. Your wish will be infused in the stardust and that stardust will make more stars and planets and it will spread your wish across the universe.”
You point to one of the stars in the sky, one of the brightest burning ones you could spot. “That sounds beautiful.” Klaus sighs.
You grab his hand, pointing his own finger to the star. “Now make a wish on that one and I swear on all the burning stars I can find that your wish will come true.”
“Do I say it out loud?”
You shake your head. “Think it. They’ll hear you.”
You watched as he closed his eyes, before letting out a soft sigh. “You done?”
“Yeah.” he said.
With that the two of you went inside. You made sure he was covered completely on the couch. An old musical played as you sat on the floor, back against the couch. Occasionally, you would hear him sing along until the weight of the night collapsed on you both and sleep was welcomed with open arms.
A/N: heads up… I’m not “back” (i say this now but watch i swear to god) this was sitting in the drafts and i read it and impulsively decided to publish it and… yeah.
Summary: Shaky fingers become steady hands once they dance across the keys of a piano forte.
You and Klaus Hargreeves had one thing in common and that was the slight twitch of your fingers.
Klaus, for one, has always hated his. It was a natural twitch that only got worse after the use of drugs and other mind-altering substances. His father deemed it “pathetic” and an “annoyance” whenever he drummed his fingers against the table at lunch.
Your twitch, however, had managed to become something beautiful when out to good use by your own supportive parents. Klaus was thoroughly enjoying the beauty now as your fingers lightly danced across piano keys in the stormy silence of the academy.
His head sat on your shoulder as you played sweet melodies and occasional sad fortes. A smile lay steadily on your face, eyes melting into the keys. The cloudy skies that awaited at the window merely faded away with the drawn out echoes of the piano.
Klaus knew that the silence in the house meant all his siblings were listening. He’d bet Vanya was hidden behind a column with curiosity raging inside her as she inquired in joining in with her violin. Perhaps Diego would pause in his training and Luther and Allison would stop their secret rendezvous to listen to the quiet player at the stairs.
You brought peace and comfort, something Klaus was eternally grateful for.
When you finished your piece, fixing his hair with a now steady hand and a soft smile. He flushed as you did so. “That was amazing, Y/N.”
“Thank you.” you chuckled, eyes roaming down to his own trembling fingers. You take them in yours, lightly moving them to hover over the keys. Klaus gulped, the proximity of his face to yours nerve-wracking. He could make out the curve of your jaw and the small difference in the hues of each strand of hair. “Can I teach you?”
He nodded softly. “Yeah, sure. By all means.”
You grin, pressing his fingers down on two keys for the chords, guiding his other hand to play the melody. A euphoric sound mused from the instrument causing his heart to flutter in awe, looking down at his own typically twitching fingers that had evoked the sound.
Klaus was starting to understand why you enjoyed playing so much.
The impromptu lesson continued on with your side pressed against his as you played small portions of the song for him to imitate. Klaus’ playback was as expected… quite choppy. The keys didn’t quite sing the same way as you made them but even so the moment was beautiful. The uneven playing made your heart tug as you remembered when you had first discovered the secrets and comforts of piano keys.
And now you were teaching them to Klaus Hargreeves who was slowly growing entranced with his own child-like dance across the forte.
When he finished the piece you taught him, playing it through hesitantly, he gazed at you with wide eyes. “How did I do?”
You grinned, an honest answer leaving your lips. “You did perfect, Klaus.” you pushed a hand through his messy hair. “It was perfect.”
Klaus grinned, his heart skipping twice as he laid his head on your shoulder once more, listening keenly as you picked up another gracefully soft melody to lull him to a peaceful daze with.
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not tagging anyone because… i really don’t care about that stuff anymore. whoever sees this sees it i guess
Im hoping to get back into writing. I’ve been slammed with several 8 week college classes. Ill be writing soon I may write some Umbrella Academy stuff ♀️
A/N: My first writing for The Umbrella Academy! I wanted to do something cute and sweet…so here are the little ways they would express their love for you…I want to write one for the Sparrows but I should probably wait until the new season begins.
Pairing: Luther Hargreeves x Reader; Klaus Hargreeves x Reader; Viktor Hargreeves x Reader; Allison Hargreeves x Reader; Diego Hargreeves x Reader; Number Five x Reader/ Ben Hargreeves x Reader (gender neutral reader/no pronouns used).
Luther knows how you take your tea. He noticed it the first time you stayed the night, arising in the early hours and sneaking into the kitchen together.
The others are (thankfully) still asleep, allowing the morning to unfold without the typical drama and danger. It’s just you and him. Leaning against the counter, Luther watches as you fill the light blue mugs (one with a little chip) mugs, steam dancing in the sunlight. You’re laughing softly at something Luther had said (he doesn’t even remember anymore, too lost in the beauty of your smile and the sound of your laughter) and he’s watching your hands.
Playing with the string of the teabag, picking up the spoon, stirring in sugar or honey or whatever you might like. He studies the gentle movement, just loving every second. And from then on, he never forgets how you take your tea.
Luther buys the types of tea that you like, keeping it in the back of a cabinet.
Beside it are two light blue mugs, one chipped and both waiting to be used. They are your mugs and no one else is allowed to touch them, lest they be tossed into the stratosphere. He knows the way you take your tea, he loves your little hands (they are his favorite part of you), and mornings like this are his favorite thing in the world. Quiet. Calm. He’s happy, he’s in love, and he wants for nothing except for you.
Luther expresses love by caring for you…even if it’s something as small as making you a cup of tea.
Klaus has a box of keepsakes. To anyone else, it’s just a shoebox full of random junk but to Klaus it is a love story. Every so often, he’ll pick something up to remember some special moment the two of you had shared.
A wrinkled napkin (taken from the diner where you’d met, your number still staining the off-white paper), a pressed rose (you gave it to him one night just because he loved roses), notebook paper covered in scribbled song titles (songs you liked or ones that reminded him of you), a shimmery black rock (from a midnight walk in the park).
They are reminders.
When he ishurting,when his heart is breaking and he’s lonely, Klaus opens the box and reminds himself that he is loved.
It’s there, that love, in all of the little thing’s he has collected over time. The rubber bracelet from a concert (it was your favorite band and, admittedly, he stole those tickets), the little love notes scribbled on scraps of paper (just because you wanted to remind him how much you adore him), a Skittles wrapper (you leave him candy on his pillow after you’ve spent the night), a torn butterfly wing (found in the garden and pressed in a glass locket you gave him), a broken ring (a cheap little thing that got tangled in his hair one night as you were making out).
Whenever Klaus is at his darkest, you bring him back into the light.
And these pieces of you are just that, little stars reminding him of the beauty and the wonder that exists within his heart.
You are his light, his love.
Viktor has a playlist simply titled “Y/N”. It’s a mess of music from different genres, nothing seemingly fitting together.
Some are songs you like.
Of course you bonded over music, an entire shelf of CDs lining his walls and boxes of vinyl records (he has a record player and everything, dancing with you to the oldies and the classics) in his apartment. Viktor wanted to know the music you liked and the music you hated, the song you were listening to over and over right now, all of it.
Some are songs that remind him of you.
The song that played in the coffee shop where you’d met or on the radio as you drove far, far away and left it all behind. Your first date (that same coffee shop, spending all night in a corner table talking), your first kiss (lingering in the doorway and wanting to make a move but being too scared…so you did it for him), the first time you saw him play (in the park at night, playing music beneath the moon and stars) and though he was beautiful.
He’s mesmerized every verse, finding little bits of you hidden within. And your favorite songs, he can play them all and will do so happily.
Music is a language to him.
It is art, it’s beauty, it’s hoping and hurting…and it’s love. The playlist, the lyrics, the songs he plays for you, it’s all ways of Viktor confessing his love for you over and over again. You are the music in his mind, playing ever on and one.
Allison buys you a bracelet. Actually, she buys two, one for you and a matching one for her. It’s a set from a high-end shop, handmade and beautiful. She bought them once for your one year anniversary, wanting so much to give you something special.
A silver band, the outside in smooth and plain.
But within the bracelet it a message engraved into metal. Allison wrote it on a piece of paper and the jeweler recreated it, her perfect handwriting engraved into silver.
A. H. + Y. N. Forever.
It’s the promise you’ve always made to one another, ever since the first night you kissed and confessed your love. All of her life had seemed so unstable, never knowing what was going to happen or what she was going to lose. And Allison had lost so, so much. But you aren’t going anywhere, not now and not ever.
“Do you love me?”
“Will you come?”
“Will you stay?”
And you answer it every time in the same way.
“Forever.”
You love Allison, you’ll find her no matter where she goes, and you’ll be by her side forever and over. And that one word brings her so, so much comfort.
Diego texts you first thing in the morning and last thing at night. He’s not always the most romantic guys but he does love you. Oh, he loves you so fucking much!
You are his first thought in the morning and the last before he falls asleep.
In the early morning, sunlight spills over the bedsheets. Diego is alone, the bed seeming so empty without you there…it’s a crappy apartment that he calls home, too small and too lonely, but he likes it better with you there. But you’re not here and he just misses you so much. Finding his phone tangled in the blankets, Diego smiles at his lockscreen (you smiling and him with his arms wrapped around you)
“Thinking of you, baby. Take care of yourself today.”
Most nights you spend with him, but it can’t always happen…at least not right now. So when you have to sleep in separate beds, Diego wants you to fall asleep knowing that he is thinking of you and loving you.
“Missing you so much. I love you, baby.”
Closing his eyes, Diego is exhausted and sleep comes quickly. He’ll be dreaming of you, at least until he can hold you in his arms once again.
Five keeps a note in his pocket. It’s a scrap of notebook paper, soft and yellowed with age. If you were to unfold it, you would see a single line of neat handwriting.
Y/N Hargreeves.
It could be your name, one day, and he could be yours. Maybe he’d have a name too. Maybe the tow of you could run away and be happy somewhere. He’d written in years ago, before he had vanished. In a silly moment of first love, he’d written it down in a notebook and imagined the what ifs…then he heard Luther and Diego clambering up the sitars and panicked, ripping it out of the notebook and hiding it away. Five never threw it away, folding it neatly and keeping it for himself.
It was still in his pocket when you vanished together, both disappearing into different timelines.
Every so often, Five would take out the note and let the dreams come back to him, silly fantasies pulling him through the nightmares.
He would find you again.
Whenever or whenever you were out there, Five was going to find you again. He would bring you home. And he was going to make all of those silly, sweet dreams come true. There was no power in the universe that could stop him.
Ben leaves you little things. Just random things that he hides around the place so you can find them from time to time.
Much like Luthor, caring for you is Ben’s way of expressing his love.
He’ll leave your favorite candy in your coat pocket or a little note to cheer you up. Sometimes you’ll find a wrapped present hidden somewhere in the house. He’ll ask you to grab a towel from the linen closet or hint that you should look in the cupboard…and you’ll find something there, a book you’ve been wanting or a teddy bear, anything really.
“Do you like it?”
Ben loves to spoil you, gift giving being a love language of his.
And when you gush over it, kissing his face sweetly, he cannot help but feel so, so happy…all Ben wants you is for you to be happy and to be his. And he’s always thinking of a way to make you smile, basking in the happiness of loving you.
The last gift he ever left for you was a love letter.
You found it a month after his death, hidden in a coat pocket. The familiar spiderweb handwriting is scrawled on light gray paper, a few scribbles between the his message. He loves you so much. You’re beautiful, perfect, his dream come true…and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. And as you clutch the letter to your heart and sob, there’s nothing Ben can do to take care of you.
