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BUFFY SUMMERS
@BUFFY — if the apocalypse comes, beep me!

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[dwelt]

DEAR BUFFY,
I haven't written a letter in a long time. Nine years. I used to write my friends after I left Alaska, when I traveled abroad. I haven't told you everything about where I come from or what I've done since then, which is either for the best or a fault of mine. I don't want to burden you with knowing so I don't talk about myself. I thought I had everything figured out, but I don't. No one ever does. I see myself in you and I want to save help you before you start thinking like I do. I surround myself with people I admire, and I admire you.

You're bright and sweet and strong, stronger than you think. I couldn't let you think because you died you were tainted by something out of your control. That isn't the path you're on. I saw it, back at the manor. I saw parts Gale may not have. I want the best for you, which is one of the reasons why I needed to be nominated and put away. Thinking I could be the reason you or someone you love ends up hurt, I can't be that person again if I can help it. I've put Cellar through enough. I don't want to put you at risk of me, too.

I'm sorry I can't kiss you, or hold you, or taste you. I'll make up for this one way or another. We'll go on a date, like I promised. I want to see your smile again– the real one.

LOVE, AUGUST.

P.S. I'm glad you and Cellar get along, and I'll be happy to make dinner with the two of you.