#need to rereadddd

[foundmars]

omg i need a rereadddd <33

Will there be any smooches in ch 4 mayhaps??

there are now

[filliteapot]

Miho Satake’s cover illustration for the Japanese edition of Diana Wynne Jones’ Fire and Hemlock

[pastafossa]

Oke so I was re-reading TRT for the 5th time and I was wondering if you have a snippet/copy of the letter that she wrote to Matt (the one he printed,, not the one she ended up discarding)? All I read was that she was sorry and wanted to stay but I was wondering if there was more or...?

First, THANK YOU FOR THE REREADDDD! ❤️

Second: I do have the letter and there is more to it! I originally wrote it so I’d have it to reference (and of course, Matt may or may not still have it, so it may pop up again), I just never bothered to put the whole thing into the fic. But since we’re about 18 or 19 chapters past (and we know they both have feelings so it’s not a surprise), I see no reason not to share it.

I’ll put it behind a READ MORE tab though, just in case anyone would prefer to keep it a secret. Now, without further ado, the letter that Reader wrote for Matt all the way back in chapter 9, the letter that kicked off his hunt for her, the letter that dropped at the very beginning of our kidnapping plot... and a letter Matt may or may not still have tucked away...

Matt.

If you’re reading this, then chances are pretty good you’ve already figured out I’m gone. I had a very different letter planned, one full of far crueler words. I think you know that because I’ve told you what I do when I leave someplace, someone. But you deserve the truth, after everything. 

I saw our thread on the rooftop. Orange, so close to red I could taste it. I suspect you guessed at that, too. And you know what red would mean, both for us and for the man following me. I’ve spent so many years of my life running to protect myself, hurting people to save my own skin. This time is different. I can’t let him get to you, and god, I am terrified of what will happen if he finds not just me, but you, too. I won’t let that happen. Even if it means I have to leave, and convince myself I feel nothing for you. Even if it means this hurts. I’ll do it, if it means you’ll be alright.

I want you to know that I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. I want to stay, more than you can know. I know you’ll get all twisted up over this, and try to blame yourself. But I need you to know this isn’t you. Despite what I said on the rooftop, this was a long time coming, and I’m selfish for not pulling away sooner, for putting you at risk and letting us get all tangled up. I’m sorry for that, too. And I’m sorry for hurting you.

I can’t tell you how I feel in words, how much I care. Not if I want to keep this thread from turning red, keep myself from thinking too closely about it. But you always were pretty good at figuring out what I was trying to say, even if I couldn’t say it. All I can say is that it, this thing, is real. Was real. You’ve made me happier than I’ve been in years, may have made me the happiest I’ll ever be in my life. And I’ll miss this, miss you, so much. 

Go out. Live your amazing, ridiculous, wild life. Keep fighting, keep breathing. Try to lean on your friends a little more, because they love you, and you’re not alone. And know that no matter how much time passes, I’ll be thinking of you. 

Goodbye, D.