𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟷𝟶 ; 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 ; 𝟷𝟶 ; 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕

Dear, Lawrence November 23, 1887

I suppose it's the early hours of the twenty-fourth, but I plan on telling you a secret tonight Lawrence. I'm not sure how you will react, or if you'll be happy but if all doesn't go well I suppose I can just back track. I am planning on telling you that I don't want to have Presley as my bride. It's just useless at this point. Neither me or Presley want to be together, we both know that. We both know we need to connect our families, that's understandable. But now, it seems I have a better idea.
Of course I do still believe I'll end up with Presley, but I want to tell you in the hopes it'll make something happen with us.
I don't think Ive thought that I'd end up with you since school. But now, I only want to be with you. If I can't stop Presley, or she still wants to marry me, then I will. I can't risk any issues for our families, even if... I finally thought maybe you would be my Elise.
For a while though I've hoped that you would be my bride Lavender, and it scares me. I feel like I'm put back in grade school. I just look at you and go, "wow". I can't imagine not seeing you everyday anymore, and when I look back on it it's weird to think that at that time I was doing it all for Presley. I'm doing everything with you as my motivation now, Lawrence. No matter what. I've decided. I've decided on trying, for us.

Sincerely yours, Tate.

𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸𝙸

"I... I don't think so..." he mumbles and I gasp, bringing my hand over my mouth. "Really?! Oh god what will you do-"
He pushes me up so I'm above him and covers my mouth to shut me up. "Lawrence... it's okay. Me and Presley have always known we are not the best for each other, and I have a plan. If I stop trying with her and she still tries with me, then she will be my bride, I can't risk causing issues between our families, but right now.... I think I'll take the risk of another woman."
"Oh." I mumble, kicking my leg over him so I'm straddling his lap.
It takes him a second, staring at me with my arms crossed over my chest, a pout forming on my lips, before he makes his hesitancy obvious.
"Umm..." he mumbles, his cheeks turning red. His eyes dart between me and our groins.
Is he seriously embarrassed at this? Does he not remember the stunt he pulled earlier? The one neither of us are talking about?
"Oh don't be such a drama queen, Tatum! I just wanna be comfy. Now, are you sure?"
"Yes, I am.." he mumbles, looking me directly in my eyes calmly. His hands grab onto my hips as he looks at me.
   I sigh, "Wow..."
A moment of silence fell over us, one of unknown for the future, as thought it were the end of an era. This is weird, when the guy you like has confessed that he is going after a new girl. I mean it feels better than Presley, my constant comparison with her lived in my head. But still, a different girl is not very good. Although, he made it clear towards years ago that I was not going to be his wife. I don't know why I hold onto hope.
"Who's the girl...?" I ask lightly while I gently slip down and lay on his chest. Curiosity got the best of me. He sits up slowly, so my head is on his lap, looking up at him as he strokes my hair.
"I'm not sure if I should tell, but she's Darling, Lawrence. She's truly so beautiful. I'm not sure if I'll ever end up with her or even want to be, but god.... she's beautiful. She's funny. I'm comfortable with her. It's odd, I didn't see her being the one. I mean.. that's a lie. I have before, but I never thought it was realistic, I thought she was kinda weird for a few years there, obsessive even. But, now it all changed. It's hard to explain I guess."
"Well she must've turned your head at least a little to take your focus off of Presley." I note, yawning.
"Yes you're right," He assures, before sighing, "now go to bed Darling."
He leans in and kisses the top of my head, laying back. He pulls me on top of him, allowing me to lay on his stomach.