"Dearest Georgia,
You didn't give me a topic to write back about, so I'm just going to start writing about my day and call it a letter.
Woke up, did a bit of digging, ate some shit for lunch and dinner and now I'm laying in my bunk, writing to you.
When I write to you I have all your old letters sitting in a pile next to me, so I don't forget what I'm writing about. I've kept every single letter you've sent me, and I plan to keep them forever, my love.
Your letters smell like you, so I don't have to carry around a bottle of perfume, which is good.
Love you more than you could imagine,
Thomas Shelby."
A sigh leaves my lips as I read Thomas' letter.
My dear Thomas.
Miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Letters // [thomas shelby / peaky blinders]
FanfictionSpending four years apart from the love of your life is hard, especially when you can only communicate through letters. And even harder when the love of your life is in France, risking his life for the Empire, and barely has the time to write back...
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