Our Little Living Room Is Extra Cozy Right Now. 

LETTER TO LOO

Raven sat with her journal open, she had been writing in it off and on for the past hour. It was her day off from the Brew as she sat back sipping her coffee. Looking over at the framed photograph of her on her wedding day. Memories flooded back to her from that day a almost ten years had past since then. It had been a simple day, they had been two young kids that had fallen in love so easily and impulsively gotten married on a whim. As quickly as it came together everything seemed to fall apart as well. Being young stupid kids, they walked away from each other instead of fighting like they should have. Reaching out to picked up the photograph running her fingers over the smiling couple. She traced the lines of Logan's face, his smile, his hair. Placing the photograph back on the table she picked up her pen again and began to write.

My Loo,

This letter is about a year or more over due, as I sit in my home that is not shared with you. I have to wonder where we lost our way. Most of the fault lay at my doorstep as I am the one that left first, but I had hoped you would come for me. Like one of those scenes from a romance novels or movie. Or maybe you did and my grandfather sent you away. Deep in my heart I hope that is the case, yet I hope it is not.

I want you to know I never meant to stay away for this long. The day I packed my things up to leave was the day my grandfather passed away. I had more things to wrap up, in New Orleans. None of these things matter anymore. What matters is that I never stopped loving you, even when I left. Maybe that doesn't even matter anymore. I just want to be a part of your life whatever that may mean, friends, lovers or even to be your wife again someday.

Why am I writing you this letter now after all this time? Honestly? It's because I need you to know all these things. They need to be out in the open. You should know that your pictures are still in frames in my home and on my phone. That the sound of your voice still sends shivers down my spine. You should know that the door is open. That you are my lobster.

Rae

Raven paused as tapped her pen onto her journal. Would she even give him this letter? Was she ready to let him know how she was truly feeling? They had spoken a few times when he would come into the Brew for her coffees. Ripping the pages from the journal, she folded them carefully and tucked into her bra. She was supposed to meet him later for dinner, maybe she would give it to him then.

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Monsters

"Good for you, you fooled everybody

Good for you, you fooled everyone

Good for you, now you're somebody

Good for you, you fooled everyone."

"Leave your weapon on the table

Wrapped in burlap, barely able

Don't get angry, don't discourage

Take a shot of liquid courage."

Standing in front of the mirror of his bathroom as he stared into the eyes of a man whom at one time he didn't recognize. Axel had his own demons, ones that he didn't share with anyone. He didn't let anyone close to him know about the demons that had plagued him. He had fallen into them after his divorce to his Gia, they were an escape, he needed to feel good. It started with just a bump here and there, until he was snorting a line every night or more.  He hated how empty her leaving had made him feel, how low he had sunk. It hadn't even been that long ago that he fought those demons. 

"'Cause my monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill

And there's no comin' back and they just laugh at how I feel

And these monsters can fly, and they'll never say die

And there's no goin' back, if I get trapped I'll never heal

Yeah, my monsters are real."

He splashed water on his face, some days were harder than others. He knew as well as anyone that he hadn't stopped at the coke. It wasn't long before he was chasing the dragon. That's when he really started to lose control of everything, but then at that point what did he have to live for. His medical career? That was a joke, he couldn't get into a residency program now that he had been arrested for murder. It didn't matter that he was innocent, no one in the city wanted to touch him, he was tainted. What did he have to live for? Would anyone even miss him if he just gave up?

"Good for you, you hurt everybody

Good for you, you hurt everyone

Good for you, you love nobody

Good for you, you owe no one."

"Leave your weapon on the table

Wrapped in burlap, barely able

Call a doctor, say a prayer

Choose a god you think is fair."

What had changed? What made him seek help? That one shot of Narco. That's what did it for him, he how long had been gone? He even didn't know who had found him. He just knew he woke up in the hospital. No one was there, his mother wasn't there, the girl he had been seeing. No one. He was alone. When the doctors came in and told him he was lucky to be there. Lucky to still be alive. He knew it was time to get his sh*t together. 

"'Cause my monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill

And there's no comin' back and they just laugh at how I feel

And these monsters can fly, and they'll never say die

And there's no goin' back, if I get trapped I'll never heal

'Cause my monsters are real."

He told his mother that he was taking a vacation, he needed some time away from the city. Otherwise, he'd never heal from Gia. He didn't want her to worry. She had her hands full with the shelter, she didn't need to worry about her drug-addicted son. He left that next morning, he sold the house he was living in while he was gone. Told the realtor to have everything inside sold, what he couldn't sell give it away. He didn't want to return to the same house. 

"Leave your weapon on the table

Wrapped in burlap, barely able

Don't get angry, don't discourage

Take a shot of liquid courage

Leave a light on if you're able

'Cause we both know you're unstable

Call a doctor, say a prayer

Choose a god you think is fair."

He brought his thoughts back to his own reflection in the mirror, he sometimes still didn't recognize himself. Was he even the same person? He wondered that every day. The one thing he did know that Nik made him a better man. She made him want to be a better man. He knew that at some point he had to tell her about this part of himself. He just hoped that she still loved him when she knew everything about him. His past and his present, hopefully, she would still want a future with him. 

"'Cause my monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill

And there's no comin' back and they just laugh at how I feel

And these monsters can fly, and they'll never say die

And there's no goin' back, if I get trapped I'll never heal

Yeah, my monsters are real."

Brian May and Freddie Mercury visited a designer of women’s clothing together and found some designs that were originally made for the top of a wedding dress and had some custom made as stage costumes and then toured the world wearing matching wedding dress tops and delivering rock hit after rock hit and that’s how Queen killed toxic masculinity

Roe deer/rådjur.