This letter arrives in Elijah’s mail box a couple days after their … lovely date.

Unlike Elijah, Zechariah dove straight for the stationary over the scratch paper.

Quote:Dear Elijah,

It seems I am the one who was disappointing company, and for that I apologize.

Several drafts denying any history of drinking-related disasters ended up in the trash as he remembered this contradiction or that. It was not … a problem. Alcohol just came with some funny behaviors.

Quote:I had a dream where a large bale of hay was rolling downhill and continually growing until it sunk the entire island, but beyond that I am relieved to say there were no dreams of mention.

I enjoyed your company immensely.

On top of those denials were long, detailed plans of how they would spend the rest of their lives together, mixed in with more profuse denials of any drinking-related history before realizing that was false.

Quote:I hope to have the opportunity to again, soon.

To many tomorrows,
-Zechariah

… Oh, God. How did he ever look Crane in the eye again? This was humiliating.